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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months ago

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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.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #pussy steve #dom steve #sub bucky

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metalbvcky · 1 year ago

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Bloom!Verse Masterlist

It's been three years since the birth of this enormous series. I never thought a oneshot (which became eight chapters) could lead me to such character development and world building, but here we are. And I'm still writing, the muse hasn't died, and I'm not nearly finished (or ever will be). The lore is ✨ infinite ✨ So I thought I'd make an updated masterpost— in chronological order (as it's been written in reverse)— for the new year. Aster should be finished by the late spring and then I'll likely start the wedding fic 😉 I still have dozens of ideas for this series, it's insane. In fact, I have a poly fic in the works, I just need to continue and finish it 😋

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Shelves of Aster - 96k (WIP)

Tags: Alternative Universe - Bookstore, Sugar Daddy, Meet Cute, First Meetings, Age Difference, Falling In Love, Healthy Relationships, Experienced Dom/Inexperienced Sub Snippet: Their eyes lock the second Steve pulls back slightly. They gaze at each other for what feels like forever, as if a magical force is drawing them in, closer, and closer until neither of them can ignore the tension surrounding them. Steve’s breath puffs against Bucky’s lips when he speaks, “Can I kiss you?”

Peach and Lemon Blossoms - 1k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Office Sex, Implied Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, PWP Snippet: Bucky has always fantasized about office sex, and always found the risk to be a bit thrilling. He made sure to lock the door before he came inside, so there wasn’t a chance of anyone walking in on them, though there was still a possibility someone could knock.

Rose Blue - 60k, 8 chapters (complete)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, 24/7 D/S relationship dynamic, Kinky Husbands In Love, a whole bunch of smut tags Snippet: Steve smiles at Bucky before he reaches across the dresser, to the dedicated spot where they keep their accessories and things. Draped around a velvet bust is a sterling silver choker, the petite chain link gleaming in the soft lamplight. Beside the bust is a ring boat containing a wedding band that matches the one attached to the choker’s oval pendant, curved downward. Blue accent roses decorate the gold tinted sides, a crystal stone shining in the center with leaves tucked throughout.

Dreams of Poppy Fields (3 times Bucky pretended to be asleep and 1 time Steve caught him) - 4.8k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Fluffy and Smut, Light Angst, Possessive Steve Snipppet: Steve kneels down to pry the trowel out of Bucky’s hand from where he’d been tending to the garden. He slides Bucky’s stained gardening gloves off and tosses them aside, out of Dum-E’s reach. It isn’t the first time he’s had to carry Bucky to bed, and it surely won’t be the last, so Steve sees no problem in picking him up.

A Mug Filled with Pink Irises - 2.3k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Kitchen Sex Snippet: Steve crosses his legs, fixated on Bucky’s exposed collar bone from the low-cut neckline. Peppering kisses to his husband’s neck, not to mention sucking on the most sensitive spots, has always been his favorite part about foreplay.

Dark Dahlias at the Annual Potts/Romanov Costume Party - 6.5k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Halloween, Humor, House Party, Domestic Fluff, Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanov Snippet: “Give me your best sexual pick-up line,” Bucky says, one-hundred percent intending to use it on Steve, if Nat doesn’t beat him to it. Clint leans against the counter, scratching his head in thought. Dressed as Fred Jones is truly uncanny for this particular moment. “I’m peanut butter. You’re jelly. Let’s have sex?”

Wild Amaranth Desires - 5.1k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Roleplay, Cages, Leashes, Blink and you'll miss it mention of a threesome Snippet: Bassy music thrums through the walls, the sound rushing in and around the small, closed-off area. A few multi-colored lights gently strobe in the background, occasionally highlighting over the cage that sits in the middle of the room.

Amaryllis in Baskets - 1.3k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, PWP, Dirty Talk, Cooking Snippet: Now here they are, Steve finishing up lunch while Bucky sits at the breakfast table with the warm, afternoon sun slipping through the curtains.

His Precious Primrose - 4.1k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Christmas, PWP, Aftercare Snippet: Steve takes the steps one at a time, his cotton, calf-length robe grazing the railing. Once at the bottom, he strolls through the hallway and into the kitchen, passing the dining room while on his way. He walks slowly, with no rush at all, when a gift wrapped up in front of the lit fireplace slips into the corner of his vision.

Identical Mauve Carnations - 3.6k (oneshot)

Tags: Established Relationship, Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Dream Sequence, Wet Dream, Self-cest, Bucky/Bucky, Winter Soldier Bucky Snippet: “It’s been a while since I’ve been with a pretty thing like you,” James purrs, reaching up to brush a metal knuckle over Bucky’s cheek. “Think you can handle being with me?”

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Because I know not everyone reads threesomes, I've listed the rest under the cut (and this post is long enough) 😉

Cattails In the Rogers-Barnes Household (A Scavenger Hunt for Lube, 5 +1) - 12k, 2 chapters (complete)

Tags: Married Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Threesomes, Pre-Poly, Dom Loki, Switch Loki Snippet: Loki vaults themself forward and successfully closes the door without alerting anyone. They scan the room slowly, spotting every little detail. The desk is rather tidy, however, the sitting area is the polar opposite. Magazines are scattered across the floor, throw pillows shoved to the side, and overall just in a disarray. What really catches their eye is the pair of leather cuffs poking out between the cushions, along with a thin strap for a blindfold.

A Toy to Share, Restrained by Coriander - 6.7k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Pre-Poly, BDSM scene Snippet: Loki pushes off of the wall from where they’d been leaning, arms no longer crossed, and takes a couple of long, determined steps. Bucky cranes his neck up due to Loki’s height, just an odd number of inches taller than him. Both of their gazes are locked in on each other, eyes unmoving while Loki curves a single finger under Bucky’s jaw.

Strangled by Thoughts of Poison Ivy (Bucky Rogers-Barnes and the No Good, Very Bad Week) - 9.2k (oneshot)

Tags: Pre-Poly, Scene Gone Wrong, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst Snippet: Steve doesn't think, he just reacts, his body moving on its own as he scrambles to loosen the straps holding Bucky in before he hurts himself. The second they loosen even a fraction, Bucky breaks free, scrambling rapidly backward off of the bench, his back slamming into the wall behind them. Steve tries to catch him but Bucky pulls his arm away, and god, it feels like a stab to the heart to watch Bucky curl on himself like a wounded animal.

Honeysuckles Growing on the Window Sill - 22k, 5 chapters (complete)

Tags: Threesomes, Feelings Realization, Friends to Lovers, Relationship Discussions, Fluff and Smut Snippet: Steve’s face turns serious, absolute fondness written in his expression. “Without a doubt in my mind. You were so beautiful for me,” he says, voice turning soft as he tucks a loose strand of Loki’s hair behind their ear. “I really like you, Loki. We like you.”

Lobelias in the Meeting Room - 4k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut Snippet: Loki follows Steve with their eyes, holding their gaze until Steve comes to a stop near them, leaning against his desk with his arms crossed. They regard Bucky with a soft look before capturing his lips, inhaling through their nose as arousal swells in their stomach.

A Threatening Snakeroot (Hidden in the Crowd) - 7.1k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Sex Club Snippet: As Bucky is led down the hallway, taking an immediate right, Loki directs him over to the side of the bar. There’s a square pedestal off to the side, which was added the same day Bucky received his pillow. A sign on the left of it read, ‘Pet on Display,’ while on the right it said, ‘ Display Only - Do Not Touch.’ It was a nice little spot to watch people come and go, and was close enough to the bar that Val could help keep an eye out for him if Loki and Steve weren't nearby.

Succulent Strawberries, Dangling from the Branches - 1.6k (oneshot)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, Domestic, Bookstores Snippet: The warmth of Steve’s breath causes a shiver to travel through Bucky’s back. He lets out a whine upon the slender hand urging him back inside, his legs going into autopilot mode as his doms tower over him. The door shuts with an audible click, followed by the window shades rolling down and blocking the evening sunlight.

The First Sprouts of Spring - 1.6k (oneshot-- recently switched to complete since my brain had other ideas back in 2021)

Tags: Threesomes, Polyamory, Fluff and Smut, Cuddling & Snuggling Snippet: As Steve steps onto the porch for a few pieces of wood, Loki strolls over to the closet and takes out some blankets. They return to find Steve rearranging the furniture, pushing the two couches together, creating a square hollow. They promptly hand the stack of blankets to Steve at his instruction, then head back to check up on Bucky.

#stucky #stucky au #stucky fanfic #stevebucky fanfic #stucky masterlist #modern au #fic masterlist #bloom!verse #includes Steve x Bucky x Loki under the cut #dom steve #sub bucky #writing tag

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juicyfruit22-library · 5 months ago

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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.

#stucky #marvel #alternate universe #dom steve #sub bucky #beefy bucky #daddy steve #late_to_party_81 #must be signed in

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lilaccmilk · 5 months ago

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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!

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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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”

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confusedmuggle · 1 year ago

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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!

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loverslodge · 2 months ago

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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.

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havensins · 2 years ago

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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.

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fandomfluffandfuck · 5 months ago

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I've had this in my head for like, years, just making itself known every once in a while. Pre-serum Steve and Bucky.

I've seen a lot of that, but they usually write or draw pre-serum Steve being the bottom as if that feisty, asthmatic twig isn't stubborn enough to top. (I prefer top Steve if you couldn't tell)

- ✨️ anon

Yes! Yes! I love me some small feisty top and/or small feisty dom Steve!! I completely agree there needs to be more, I've seen plenty of both myself but I can always get on board with more porn, lmao.

Anyway... this was supposed to just be top pre-serum Steve, set pre-war, but, uh... I ended up blacking out and writing dom pre-serum Steve instead. Also. This ended up being human furniture kink/bondage/edging? So... I don't know how we got here 💀 but please do read it if you're interested because 😮‍💨😮‍💨

It's been a long fucking time since Steve's felt this easy and loose. He's got nothing to do today. It's a good, quiet Saturday and there's no rattle in his chest thanks to the early warm weather that isn't hot and humid enough to trigger his asthma like what tends to happen in the height of Brooklyn summers. Even better, his joints don't really even hurt today 'cause he hasn't done so much walking, cooking, or cleaning. The apartment is neat and tidy around him already. There are no sheets or clothes to launder. Last night, he even was able to steal an hour or so in their communal bathrooms for a mostly warm bath seeing as all the other tenants were out for their Friday night dancing, drinking, or whatever else they do to let off steam that's cheap.

It's a good day.

Light pouring in from their open windows along with the sounds of Brooklyn below their fire escape, the faint murmurs of neighbors through recklessly narrow walls, and the flicking of a thin newspaper with every page he turns. There's also, of course, the noise of his rasping inhales and exhales, accompanied by a slurp here and there of steaming, watered-down coffee from one of their good mugs. Steve can't handle too much caffeine, besides, he'd rather leave the bulk of their scrounged-up coffee grounds for Bucky. He's the one tumbling out of bed in the morning before it's light and usually coming home well after it's dark. And--

Oh, yeah.

That's definitely part of why he's relaxed. Not the coffee, not the clean apartment, not the newspaper (which, really, has nothing he'd like to think too hard about written across its pages, otherwise he's going to ruin his own casual calm), but Bucky.

Bucky is here, too. Just out of sight. But it's alright because Steve can hear--even with one ear that doesn't work so good--the soft, even-yet-ragged-edged breaths of Bucky.

Bucky is keeping him company, not by running his motor mouth about the sci-fi book he's most recently borrowed or talking about his plans for Saturday night, but by keeping quiet and keeping Steve comfortable.

Bucky is being very good and, really, that's the best part of Steve's Saturday afternoon.

Bucky is so good for him beneath his heels. He's still and resilient underneath Steve's feet crossed at the ankle. Just breathing even though Steve knows that he wants to whine and shake and plaster himself against Steve as he usually does when they do things like this. He's not doing any of that, though, because Steve told him sternly not to. Not if he wants to cum today.

He's to be still--as motionless as a piece of furniture. Right now, he's being a very obedient footstool. Earlier, when Steve first made himself a cup of coffee, Steve was considering making him into a pretty coffee table. But, if he did that, then he would miss out on the simple pleasure of feeling each and every subdued tremble of Bucky's body beneath him. Half quivering with unreleased need, just aching to be touched and made to cum, and half quivering with the strain of holding himself perfectly still.

Stillness is a challenge because, well, they've been at this for some time, sensual, easy, clear-headed relaxation for Steve and a syrupy, hot, spaced-out zone for Bucky. That, and, Steve hasn't been easy on him.

First, this morning, after waking entangled in Bucky's arms, Steve used his morning wood against him by stroking him until Bucky was squirming aimlessly against the pleasure and making little sounds in his sleep at how nice his dreams had become. Like that, warm and cuddled together, Steve made sure to go slow and loose with just enough stimulation to make his cock drip sticky, wet smears of pre-cum all across the smooth, flat muscle of his lower belly without rousing him to the real world but still good enough to leave him twitching and making all these precious, eat-me-up whimpers in his sleep.

Then, when he did wake up with a shocked, possessed gasp of sudden pleasure, Steve slithered down underneath their thread-bare blankets to breathe in the hot, humid, heady musk of Bucky's arousal, swallowing him down as much as he could. Sucking him and sucking him and sucking him until he was dizzy and he'd already had to squeeze his fist around the base of Bucky's cock twice. Bucky didn't get to cum this morning, leaving his cock angry and his balls heavy and swollen but drawn up, convinced they'd be allowed to cum sooner rather than later. Cute. Bucky didn't cum. But, Steve did. He rutted against Bucky's aching, weeping, red-hot cock until he spilled between their bodies. After he was finished dragging out the last smoldering coals of pleasure, he smeared the mess he made into Bucky's skin just because. Just because he can. He wants Bucky to smell like sex. He wants Bucky to not be able to twitch without the scent wafting into his nose and being sucked deep, down into his lungs, reminding him of what filth they've done.

After that, Bucky made them both breakfast. No clothes allowed. His reward for making them a good meal? Another almost-orgasm from Steve. This time, his pleasure and denial came from humping against Steve's leg after he choked down his serving of food without tasting it. He was much too interested in getting four of Steve's fingers in his mouth--shoved down his throat until his eyes watered and his own drool smeared onto his cute cleft chin from choking--after being hand-fed, kneeling on the floor between Steve's lithe, spread thighs. He had to let himself go, be dumb and sweet enough to hump Steve's leg like a dog, his face burning with humiliation and pleasure, mouth hanging open, but be well-trained enough to stop when Steve said stop, reading the signs of his approaching orgasm across his face like an open book. Steve (lightly) kicked him in the chest just to make sure he wouldn't cum--pushing him back from kneeling to spread out on their floor, naked and so hard that Steve could watch, standing, towering, over him as his cock twitched and pulsed in time with his pounding heart. Bucky whimpering the entire time like the kicked puppy he is.

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Lunch was held in a similar affair except for Bucky kneeling next to Steve on the couch in the living room, not at the rickety dining table with two mismatched wooden dining chairs. That, and, Bucky didn't cook lunch. He was too spacy for Steve to even let him try. So, Steve heated up some leftovers from the other night and brought them to Bucky to, again, feed him and then deny him. He was really surprised Bucky survived that because, between breakfast and lunch, Steve had been alternating between drawing Bucky, demanding he hold various different poses for him, and jerking Bucky off until he came right, right to the edge. Then. He stopped and went back to drawing. At some point, Bucky started crying. His eyes were all big and wet and innocent, his soft, pink mouth quivering, silently begging for mercy while his cock wept just as urgently from between his legs, curved up against his tummy and so fucking hard it had to hurt. His expression, raw and desperate, looks pretty damn good taking up a whole five pages of Steve's sketchbook--he wanted to get it from every angle he could and track the progression of it as Bucky cried himself out, shaky and needy but also not willing to break the scene when he knows if he waits like Steve wants, it's always so much better--but that look was much more incredible etched across Bucky's face in real life. Nothing will compare to that. Pencil on paper could never crumble like Bucky can when he's in the throes of submission.

With lunch finished, that's when Bucky's job to be a footstool began. To prep him, Steve prepped him. He worked three artist's fingers into his tight little hole with thick Vaseline--neither of them will admit it, but just the smell of it gets them both more than a little hot, it's, just, fucking trained response at this point--to stretch him out for their biggest, heaviest dildo. They don't have many. And the way Bucky's gotten then-? God, Steve doesn't wanna know who he sweet-talked or what part of town he had to go to. They just have them. And Steve, by God, will use them. He'll stuff one into Bucky that takes effort to keep inside, making him clench like a vice around it so it won't slip out--making him all full and keeping him aware of it. Then, with that inside him, Steve used his leather belt to tie Bucky's legs together, clamping his thighs shut just above the knee. He doesn't want to get away, all the moaning and ragged panting and jerky, needy squirming says that clear as day, same with his red-almost-purple, severely erect cock, but he surely won't be able to now. He won't be able to crawl. He won't be able to not feel his heavy, pent-up balls between his legs. he won't be able to do anything but stay nice and still while clenching hard on his nice, fat toy. He won't be able to see, either, since Steve took a clean rage and blindfolded him. He gagged him, too. Just because. Furniture can't see. Furniture can't talk. Furniture can't move. Furniture can't cum.

But...

Apparently, this little footstool can get wet.

He's dripping all over the floor, all that squeezing tight around his stuffed-up hole must almost be milking his prostate, making his cock just leak and leak. And the heated drip-drop of pre-cum spilling messily out from the slit of his engorged, soooo stiff cock isn't the only wetness. He's stopped crying by now, he doesn't have any tears left, nothing but hollow sobs in his chest. The other wetness that Steve is going to meanly make Bucky clean up later--it's his filthy little mess after all, being so eager and dumb that he can't even play a game for a few hours, following the simple rules Steve sets for him, just be a footrest! It's not that hard!--is his drool. He's drooling badly around the gag.

He's a fucking mess.

And he's starting to get even messier. He's breaking. Cracking. Shattering.

Underneath Steve's heels--that he might be digging into Bucky's back on purpose, maybe, he'll never tell--Bucky's breathing is getting less and less even, more and more harsh, his ribcage flexing and heaving. He's squirmier, too. His thighs quivering, challenged by having to hold him up while being held together themselves. His arms, too, are shaking. He can't take his own weight. He can't bear it. It's too much.

With a muffled, choking moan, Bucky suddenly collapses onto his hands, leaving him ass-up. Apparently, if his agonized, shuddering squeak is anything to go by, the change in angle has made the dildo inside him shove deeper into him.

Cute.

Steve does nothing more than exasperatedly, impatiently fold the newspaper he's been "reading," tossing it down across his lap, and look over at Bucky. He's a hell of a lot redder and shinier than he was the last time Steve saw him. His hair is plastered to his forehead and blindfold keeping him locked onto nothing but the sensations happening to his own body. The rest of the world tuned out. He looks feverish. If his eyes weren't covered, they'd be hazy and fucked-out, lost to anything other than Steve. And with Steve? He'll just cry and curl around him, begging for more. Anything. Anything else Steve wants to do to him. Just more. Please!

"Really?" Steve clicks his tongue, rubbing his foot along Bucky's side and belly and hip. He feels just how hard he's breathing, heaving in air and pushing it out harshly. He's quaking. Quivering. And he convulsed when Steve lets his foot uninterestedly drag over his cock. Steve knows he has shit circulation. He knows his bare feet are cold as shit over Bucky's feverish, edged cock. He doesn't care. Let him quiver and shake and let him dig his teeth into his gag trying and failing to deal with the cold, sharp pleasure. He's afraid of it, he's trying to hold back. It hurts! He doesn't know Steve's gonna make him cum like this. He's trying to save himself, how cute.

With enough force to make Bucky feel hot flares of agonizing, pleasurable pain against Steve's cold, boney foot, Steve pushes his cock up into his heaving body, pinning it tightly and rubbing back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. It doesn't take more than a minute before Bucky is letting out all these sharp, needy, gurgly sounds that mean I'm gonna cum! I'm close! I'm gonna cum! Guh-gonna! Gonna cum! Steve knows. Steve doesn't stop.

He lets Bucky cum like that, face-down, ass-up with his eyes blinded, his mouth stuffed, his thighs tied together, his greedy, twitching hole stuffed, and his balls so overfull and denied that he feels like he's gonna burst at the seams.

He does.

He cums everywhere.

The orgasm so fucking intense that he can't make a sound. He can't move. He just goes rigid and lets Steve rip it out of him. Over-overwhelmed.

"Good boy," Steve purrs, all too smug and satisfied with the teeth-rattling intensity of Bucky's orgasm.

Bucky squeaks out one last sob before going entirely limp. He's so worn out, melting down onto his belly, that he doesn't even make a sound when his oversensitive cock grates against their wooden floors.

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thezombieprostitute · 1 year ago

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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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#sub loki #sub bucky #dom reader

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purple-babygirl · 8 months ago

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yours to hurt, yours to love

Pairing: (dom)!Bucky Barnes x (sub)!f!reader

Word count: 8,050

Summary: They had a deal. She would surrender her control; he would take it. Love had no place in such a relationship, did it?

Warnings: 18+ Content: friends with benefits, blowjobs, lots of cum, cum eating, cum in pussy, unprotected vaginal intercourse (don't do that), mentions of cheating, angst, crying, dom x sub dynamics including a sir kink and the use of puppy as a petname, BDSM features including begging, following orders/instructions, mentions of ropes, being tied/suspended, mentions of edging and overstimulation and the use of toys, ass whipping with a belt, mention and use of a safeword, chocking, two insecure idiots being in love, metal arm kink, fingering, rubbing of cock on pussy, multiple orgasms, aftercare. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: this is a self-indulgent fic I wrote simply because I wanted to read and now it's finally done so I'm sharing it with you, babies:"💜💜 I just started at a new job and it's very tiring and energy and time consuming so I thought I'd post something before I get swept up in the real world of numbers and targets and not being broke. I really hope you like this one and I love you all with every bit of me💜

As most one-night stands start, they had met at a bar.

She was sitting all alone with her palm hugging a beer bottle, her face carrying the saddest look. She had turned down every guy that had tried to approach her that evening.

Bucky had been watching her all night, lost in deep thought as she barely raised the warming bottle to her lips, the melancholic look marring her features never leaving.

She had only smiled once that night, and it was for Bucky.

She was snapped out of thought when a louder song abruptly came on, startling her back to reality and that was when she saw him.

The most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on had his eyes on her from the other side of the crowded nightclub, and she found herself smiling at him.

He quickly turned his gaze away, suddenly shy that he was staring.

She wanted to ignore the man, telling herself she had a lot on her plate already, that it would likely be a mistake to go talk to him; that she needed to keep her distance from men for a while at least. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t ignore him.

Even with his back to her, his presence was too strong to simply be ignored.

So she disregarded her minds’ screams and went to talk to him.

Bucky almost chocked on his drink when he saw that it was her who had approached him, but he managed to compose himself.

“Were you ever planning on talking to me?” She teased with a smile as she sat down next to him at the bar.

And just like that, they were talking.

They talked about anything and everything, the deepest things as well as the silliest.

She was so easy to be around and she actually made the man laugh.

She had no idea, but Bucky didn’t think he had even cracked a smile in weeks.

Before she could decide what was right and what wasn’t, she had her lips on his, and before he could overthink it, Bucky was taking her back to his place.

It has been a long time since the man had had the chance to like someone, and he liked her even more when she didn’t make him feel bad about himself that night.

The metal arm didn’t faze her.

She didn’t ask intrusive questions or even let her gaze linger. She treated it just like his other arm, wrapping both around her back as she straddled Bucky on his couch, making out with him like she has been waiting for him her whole life.

But that wasn’t the only reason Bucky appreciated her so much that night.

She had gotten on her knees for him, both of them fully naked at that point, her boobs swaying lightly as her hand pumped his hard cock, lubing him up with his pre-cum.

Her hands were magic and he didn’t want to tell her that he was too close to exploding just from her soft hand palming his tip.

She had barely gotten Bucky in her mouth when he had started cumming all over her.

The sight of his fists clutching the couch, mouth open as groans left his chest while copious amounts of cum covered her mouth, chin, neck and boobs had her wetness dripping down her bare thighs.

When he was back on earth again and his vision was no longer black, Bucky started apologizing profusely when he realized what had happened.

He had come way too fast. All over her. Without her getting to finish even once. He didn’t even get to touch her down there.

Bucky thought she was definitely going to leave.

“It’s okay,” she said with a kind smile as her clean hand caressed up and down one of his thighs, “I don’t mind.”

And before Bucky could explain that it has been a long time for him, she was collecting his cum off her skin with her fingers and slipping them into her mouth, maintaining eye contact with the man and almost giving his old heart an attack.

Bucky stared with parted lips, cock already hardening again, as she shut her eyes and moaned over the taste of him.

She had managed to eat every bit of cum that had gotten on her face and neck before Bucky unfroze and lost it.

He grabbed his shirt and hastily wiped her chest clean of his cum before eagerly carrying her to his bed.

He thought her surprised giggle as she called him a “caveman” had to be the sweetest sound he had ever heard until he pushed his cock in her and her wail of his name echoed throughout the quiet bedroom.

Bucky was hooked on the sight of her, the taste of her, the smell of her, and the feel of her.

Her walls were hugging his cock so tight that he thought he wouldn’t be able to get the rest of it inside. Her hands were scratching at his back as she tried to adjust to his size with a silent scream on her face.

“Relax,” Bucky had told her softly.

It was a simple word, but it was the most exhilarating thing when she had immediately listened, her pussy muscles relaxing for him at once, thighs spreading wider to accommodate him better.

Bucky was amazed by her ability to listen to instructions; it awakened an unmatched feeling inside of him.

Once he was buried to the hilt inside of her, Bucky wanted to see what else he could make her do; how much she might obey, so he stayed still.

“I’m ready, you can move.” She had nodded to him, thinking he was waiting on her.

But that wasn’t why Bucky wasn’t moving. He knew she was ready, her juices were ruining his sheets for heaven’s sake.

“I mean, if you ask nicely enough…”

He was just giving it a try, and if she didn’t go along with it he would still give her what she wanted—

“Please,” she begged, eyes pleading as she wiggled her hips, “please fuck me, Bucky.”

Fuck.

Bucky couldn’t think much after that, his body moving of its own volition as he pulled out and slammed back inside her pussy.

It was one thrust. One single thrust had her arching her back and shouting out his name.

He completely broke down, fucking her with abandon, just wanting to hear more of her; feel deeper inside of her.

The bedpost slammed against the wall repeatedly as she screamed with every hit of Bucky’s cock to her g-spot.

The way she was scratching his back, whining, wailing and writhing under him as he pounded her into his bed should’ve and could’ve been enough for Bucky, but he couldn’t help but want more.

“Open your eyes,” he gave her another command, knowing it might be hard for her to manage that one with how deep he was giving it to her.

But her eyes were instantly on him, fighting to stay open as his fat cock filled her up again and again.

“Keep looking at me,” Bucky had told her, his right hand coming up to wrap around her neck.

He was slow and gentle, just waiting for her to stop him or refuse what he was doing.

But she had managed to surprise him again because instead, her hand had come up to his, fully wrapping his palm around her throat before showing Bucky the right amount of pressure to apply.

Fuck, she had to be an angel sent specifically to him from heaven. It seemed like whatever god was up there had finally had mercy on him.

She wasn’t only okay with Bucky’s hand being on her neck, she was showing him how to choke her as his cock fucked her raw within an inch of her life too.

Bucky felt his thrusts stutter as he almost came at the sight of her: mouth open with nothing but his name coming out of it, throat held in his palm and eyes battling to stay open as they rolled back in her head, her pussy chocking his cock.

And when he thought she couldn’t get anymore perfect, she started screaming out a request, “can I please cum? Please, Bucky!”

She was asking his permission to let herself feel the pleasure he was so willingly giving her.

Bucky felt high as he groaned, “cum”, and watched her hand hastily come down to rub her clit once, twice before she fell apart around his cock.

Her thighs involuntarily clasped around Bucky as they shook with the rest of her body, her orgasm hitting her like a thousand trains, making her back bow.

Bucky’s hand tightened around her throat the slightest bit as he felt her pussy shutter around his cock and felt himself get closer to his own release, thrusts becoming erratic.

“Please cum inside me, Bucky. Fill me up with your cum, need it,” she pled and the man could only take so much.

Bucky came and he came hard, proving the cum he had painted her body with earlier to be just a sample of what his cock really had to offer.

When they could both breathe normally again, she found herself in his arms, pitching him an idea, too satisfied and full of cum to stop herself and rethink.

And to her happiness, Bucky actually agreed.

When they first started that type of deal, she said she didn’t want a relationship.

Bucky respected that and he was okay with it because although he liked her very much, he knew he wasn’t the relationship type himself. He didn’t believe himself fit for romantic relationships. He thought he was too messed up for such stuff.

And she was just like him.

She didn’t know how to be loved; didn’t know how to receive love. She didn’t think she deserved it. She didn’t think she was worth it. Never thought of herself as beautiful enough or attractive enough or lovable enough.

So the dynamic they came up with was their best option.

They were going to be friends with benefits. Except, the benefits were much more extreme than the usual, vanilla sex that would come to mind. So friends with benefits with a fun twist.

After being manipulated for so long, Bucky wanted nothing but to be in charge of his life, body and mind; to be in a position of power where he had the upper hand.

She, on the other hand, needed her freewill to be taken away from her. Being as responsible as she was in her everyday life, she would get too exhausted; drained. She wanted decisions to be made for her as she only obeyed and conformed. She wanted to be used until her head held no thoughts of her deadlines or tasks.

She wanted choking and spanking and bondage. She wanted domination.

Bucky needed to feel in control, and she needed to give up control.

Take mine, she said, take my control away and make it yours.

It was a perfect match. They had clearly communicated their boundaries, wants and needs. They had established their roles, likes and dislikes. And they had agreed on a few simple rules:

It was strictly sex; only sex.

No kissing on the lips no matter what.

No cuddling afterwards even if aftercare took place.

No strings attached.

The safe word meant they stopped; no questions asked.

Bucky wasn’t exactly on board with number 2 because he knew what her lips felt like on his and he wanted more of that. But she said it would only complicate things; that it might get feelings involved and they couldn’t have that.

So he agreed. He really just wanted her to be as comfortable as possible.

And they had almost done it all in 6 months. She had let Bucky tie her down, spank her, choke her, use toys on her, edge her, overstimulate her, fuck her in every position known to humans and on every service that could take their weight and Bucky’s pace.

But deep down, Bucky knew that she still needed more even if she had claimed otherwise.

He knew that she was frequently going on dates in between their sessions, desperately searching for the one that would manage to sweep her off her feet and magically change the way she looked at herself with his unconditional love.

So when she sat with him that one day and told him she wanted to stop what they were doing because she wanted to commit to her new boyfriend, Bucky wasn’t surprised. He was heartbroken, but not surprised.

And so he let her go.

He didn’t want to. He never wanted to. But Bucky knew that he couldn’t give her what she wanted, and so he was going to let her have it with someone else. He needed her like the air he breathed, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand in her way.

Bucky was addicted to her, yes, but he wasn’t going to be selfish and get in the way of her possible happiness with that new boyfriend whoever he was. He just hoped that that new man deserved her.

The real surprise came when Bucky opened his door one day and she was standing there looking like an abandoned puppy three months after their last meeting.

Three months without her that have been torture. Three months during which Bucky couldn’t bear the mere idea of bringing another woman to his bed. Three months of replaying their intense scenes in his head with his hand down his pants.

Oh how he missed seeing her choke on his cock. He missed her begging for him to touch her, to relieve her heavy shoulders of everything they had to carry. He missed seeing her come for him so hard that tears would start rolling down her face.

But now she was here, and she didn’t look okay. And it made Bucky realize that he has mostly missed her being her.

“I need you, Buck,” she whispered and he instantly opened the door wider for her.

Bucky let her inside and she climbed on his lap the second he sat down. He held her in his arms on his couch for as long as she needed, internally aching to know what had gotten her looking so dejected.

He knew it had to do with the new man in her life and he could only calm himself down by imagining his fist slamming against the faceless man’s nose.

“What did he do?” Bucky finally broke the silence, making her pull her face from his neck and look at him.

God, she looked so hurt, so broken.

He wished he could fix it, but how could he when he himself needed fixing?

“If I ask you for a favor, would you do it for me?” Her faint voice asked instead, pulling away from their hug.

“You know I will,” Bucky replied without reluctance.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He would do anything for her. He would kill again for her, burn down whole cities and cross oceans on his bare feet for her if she asked him to.

She got up from Bucky’s lap, getting down on her knees before the couch just like the first night he had brought her home, “I want you to punish me, Bucky.”

“What?”

Where did that come from? She wanted to start a session? Now? In that state?

“I want you to spank me. Punish me.” She repeated calmly.

“Doll, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Bucky tried to remind her, wanting her to know that whatever that man did to ruin his relationship with her wasn’t her fault.

And he wasn’t seriously about to give her a spanking when she looked like that, so small and worn out and wounded.

“Please, Bucky.”

Damn, she begged so sweetly. But he just couldn’t.

Bucky never thought he would say no to a scene with her, especially a passionate one, but he couldn’t hurt her even more than she looked to be hurting.

That was not what they did this for.

“Doll, get up. Sit down and talk to me,” Bucky said softly, trying to lift her up by the shoulders.

“Buck, you said you’d do it.” A sad frown settled upon her delicate face with a look that Bucky knew well.

She was getting more heartbroken at his rejection. She really did want this. She needed it and she could only come to Bucky for it. How could he keep turning her down?

“Okay, doll. How many?” Bucky asked despite himself, rubbing his palms together.

“Not with your hands,” she said with a smile, getting up and walking inside the bedroom to his closet.

Bucky carded a hand through his long hair as he waited for her to come back with whatever item she was choosing, knowing this was going to be the hardest time he has ever had to cause her pain, even if it was pain she wanted and asked for.

“With this.” She left the belt she brought on Bucky’s lap as she got back to her place by his feet.

“Doll, this is the thickest belt I own,” Bucky told her, wanting to intimidate her into changing her mind.

He needed her to change her mind. He couldn’t hit her with that thing. Not today. Probably not ever.

“I know.” She nodded with the same sure smile.

“Doll, why?” Bucky touched her cheek tenderly, desperate to understand.

If she would just talk to him, he would do his best to fix it. He probably couldn’t, but he was ready to try.

“Please, Bucky. For me, I need this.” She, again, avoided answering his questions.

“This is gonna hurt, doll,” Bucky warned, examining the belt in his lap.

Damn, it was heavy.

“I know. That’s the point.” She nodded in acceptance, “I need it to hurt.”

“Doll.”

“C’mon, Buck, we’ve done this before. You’ve had me dangling from your ceiling for god’s sake!”

He remembered that day. It was a week after she had gotten promoted and everything was becoming too much for her.

She had Bucky suspend her upside down from his ceiling as he spanked her rear raw before getting her down and fucking her into oblivion until all she could worry about was if she would be able to take another orgasm.

She looked even sadder today, and she was asking for far less.

Maybe he could give her what she wanted.

“How many?” Bucky asked again with a clenched jaw, seeing that there was no way he was going to change her mind.

“As many as it takes for me to cry,” she replied and her answer sent a pang into Bucky’s chest.

So that was it. She needed to cry and she couldn’t. She just needed to cry; to give release to her pent-up tears.

Bucky knew that crying was something that she struggled with. He knew that one of the things she loved about what they did was the fact that she could cry during it all; during a spanking, an edging or even an intense orgasm.

But couldn’t it be done any other way this time? Maybe he could make her watch a sad movie or something?

“Doll, if it’s about you crying—”

“Bucky, please,” she stopped him, shaking her head with determination, “please give me this. I need it.”

If she could, she would have cried to get him to say yes faster.

Bucky sighed, glancing at her one final time before asking, “do you remember your safe word?”

“Red.” She smiled gratefully, adrenaline already pumping through her blood in anticipation.

Bucky slipped the hairband on his wrist down to his fingers, pulling his hair in a low bun before taking his shirt off, leaving himself in his white tank top.

Keeping his eyes on hers, he ordered: “strip and get on the bed, puppy. You know your position.”

“Thank you, Bucky.” She jumped up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“What was that?” Bucky’s tone was deeper and his eyes darker.

It has started.

“Thank you, sir,” she quickly corrected herself.

“Go.”

One nod of his head and she was running to the bedroom to do as she was told.

As she took her clothes off, folding them piece by piece and leaving them on the chair in the corner of Bucky’s bedroom, he was outside readying himself for what he was about to do to her.

Bucky had pledged months ago that he would give her anything she needed or wanted during their sessions.

Leaving her fulfilled made him feel fulfilled and the first time he had his bare cock in her, Bucky knew he was wrapped around her littlest finger. It seemed like he was the one in control of those meet ups but control was actually always in her hands.

Now, if what she needed was a spanking to make her cry, Bucky knew how to give it to her, but he didn’t want to. He knew this belt was going to hurt a lot and he wished she would’ve chosen something less bad.

But a deal was a deal and he couldn’t back out now that he knew she was waiting naked on his bed.

She heard Bucky’s heavy steps coming closer and tried to regulate her breathing, reminding herself that she wanted this, that she begged for this, that she deserved this.

She trusted Bucky with her life, not just her body. She knew he was going to stop the minute she said her safe word and that made her a little calmer.

“You ready, puppy?” Bucky asked, gliding the tip of the belt across her bare ass from one cheek to the other.

She shivered, fixing her gaze on Bucky’s bedpost as she whispered, “yes, sir.”

And just like that came the first spank.

But it didn’t hurt, not like she had expected, not at all.

Bucky was going easy on her; too easy.

She didn’t like it.

“Harder, please,” she begged, lowering her head and sticking her ass out.

“Doll—”

“Bucky, please, you promised,” she pled, her voice thick with frustration at her inability to get what she needed from the one person who could give it to her.

Another spank came, a little stronger than the first, but still not enough.

“Did your arm get rusty in those three months?” She threw angrily, raising her eyes to glare at Bucky, “hit me like a man!”

Bucky knew she was just trying to rile him up, make him angry enough so that he would actually hurt her and even though he didn’t want to, he decided he would finally give her what she came for.

“Fine,” Bucky growled, pushing her face into his pillows by the hair and she immediately gave him a full view of her lower half, ass in the air and thighs spread.

He wasn’t going to be able to look at her face as he hurt her this time.

Bucky took a deep breath before finally giving her a real whip and she gasped at the force of it, “is that what you wanted, puppy?”

“Getting close,” she moaned, her words muffled into the pillows as she wiggled her ass for him.

Another similar spank hit her and then another and another until suddenly her body was getting hotter and her butt sorer.

She needed more. Just a little more to break the dam and get suffocating thoughts and burning tears out.

“More, please, sir,” she begged, voice so desperate that it had Bucky swallowing.

He gave an experimental whip on her thighs and she let out a startled scream.

“What’s your color?” Bucky asked at once, hesitant that he might have actually hurt her.

“Green.” Came her reply as she looked up to Bucky, “green, sir, please.”

She was begging for more of this.

Bucky recomposed himself and spanked her thighs with the belt again and she wailed out a “yes, thank you, sir!”, urging him on.

For the first time ever, however, Bucky was not enjoying this. He was not enjoying causing her pain and he was not enjoying knowing that he was supposed to make her cry by the end of it all.

His whips got faster and harder as his thoughts ran wild with worry, just wanting to get this over with as her moans and cries egged him on.

“Color?”

“Green!” She would answer every time he checked in with her.

Pictures of her boyfriend in bed with another woman flashed throw her mind and she stuck her ass out more, hiding her ashamed face in Bucky’s pillows. He let her touch him the way only she was supposed to touch him. He made her shout out in pleasure the way she never did with him. He made her scream his name; the name that was supposed to only roll off her tongue during intimate times.

Her mind kept replaying it all, making her squirm and stick her butt out further. She wanted it all to stop.

She needed this. She deserved this. She was stupid.

“Thank you, sir,” she muttered, a lump finally forming in her throat.

It seemed like whatever had happened this time, had been so bad that the normal amount of whips weren’t enough to get her mind off of it. She was still her, well out of sub space and still very much aware of the ache in her heart.

She needed that ache to move somewhere else, preferably to her ass.

“More, sir, please.”

Bucky’s shoulder started to slightly ache as he kept whipping her, again and again, just wanting it to be over so he could comfort her after as he heard her sniffles, and finally, with a particularly harsh spank on her lower thighs she screamed out, “red!”.

Bucky’s arm stopped immediately, dropping the belt on the floor as he listened as her soft cries get louder.

She burrowed her face in his pillow and let it all out, sobs wracking her entire body as she cried her bleeding heart out.

“Doll,” he whispered, regret filling him at the sight of her body trembling with each wail she let out of her chest.

He looked at her lower body and her ass and thighs were a crime scene, her skin painted in angry red welts all over.

“Please, leave me alone, Buck,” she wept, her face still hidden in his pillow.

“Let me take care of you, doll—”

“No, no. Just leave me,” she pleaded without turning to him.

“At least let me put something on your skin—”

“Please just leave me alone. Please, Bucky,” she sobbed harder, her fingers clutching the side of the pillow as she let her tears flow.

Bucky reluctantly left the room, giving her the space she asked for as guilt ate away at his heart.

He shouldn’t have listened to her. He shouldn’t have done that to her.

It was only when he sat down on the couch outside that he had realized how hard he had actually whipped her. His right shoulder ached, a few strands of his hair were out of place and sweat had forced by his hairline. All the realization did was make him feel more terrible about himself.

He knew he has done it before so many times, but this time was different.

She came to him hurt emotionally and instead of helping her feel better, he ended up hurting her physically too.

She did ask for it, but he could have said no. He could’ve insisted on not doing it.

The sound of her cries seemed never-ending and was absolutely heart-wrenching to listen to. Bucky could all but cover his ears to prevent it from reaching him as he beat himself up for causing it all again and again.

She winced as she sat up on the messy bed, hand on her naked chest as she tried to calm herself down, still hiccupping while her cries slowed down.

God, she had needed this so bad. She had needed it for days and she was so grateful for Bucky for giving it to her.

Being able to cry and let everything out was a blessing that people didn’t appreciate enough; one she was kind of deprived of and had to do a lot to get to enjoy.

When her heartbeat was somewhat slower and her tears have ceased, she slowly pulled herself down the bed and on her wobbly feet.

She looked out to the living room from the bedroom door to see Bucky back on the couch, leaning forward with his head in his hands and she knew he was blaming himself.

So she wiped her tears as much as she could and went back inside. She opened the drawer she knew too well and pulled out the Calendula cream Bucky had bought specifically for her.

She carefully walked to Bucky. She didn’t want him to feel guilty so she made sure not to wince as she took her steps.

She had wanted this. She had asked for it because she had needed it and he only helped her. She wasn’t going to let him berate himself for that.

She left the cream on the coffee table and gently removed Bucky’s hands from his face, guiding him to rest his back on the couch so she could sit herself back across his lap.

Bucky stopped her, standing up to take his pants off so that the material wouldn’t rub against her sensitive skin.

She smiled, her heart lurching at his gentleness and thoughtfulness.

He let her manipulate him into position, closely watching her red-rimmed eyes and swollen nose and lips as she made herself as comfortable as possible on his lap, the new lashes covering her behind out of his sight for now.

Bucky hugged her close, his hands stroking up and down her bare back as she pushed her nose in its place in the crook of his neck, “thank you.” She breathed gratefully.

Bucky only patted her back, pulling her closer in reply. He knew she meant her thanks, but he was still mad at himself for doing it.

She pulled back and let him take her in for a second before leaning in, making Bucky swallow.

“Now fuck me,” she whispered on his lips, grinding down on his covered cock despite the pain it gave her every time she rubbed her inflamed skin on Bucky’s boxers.

“Doll, I think you’ve had enough for today,” Bucky sighed, softly trying to get her off of him.

“Please, just once. I won’t ask for anything else.” She pleaded, her hands clutching the material of Bucky’s tank top, not wanting to leave his lap.

She didn’t want to be away from him. She just got here.

“Doll, give me the cream so I can take care of you,” he demanded, trying to maintain a stern tone so she would listen.

“You can take care of me this way too!” She whined, needy and desperate as she ground herself harder, smiling when she found him hard beneath her.

“I can’t, doll. I can’t. You’re hurt.” Bucky shook his head, gently pushing her to the side and getting up before she could straddle him again.

“Please, Buck,” she croaked out, on the verge of crying again as she grabbed onto his waist, “please don’t walk away.”

“Do you promise not to try anything if I sit back down?” He asked although he knew the answer.

“But I need you!” Anguished tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, “just one orgasm. Please, just one.”

Her constant begging was making Bucky’s cock leak inside his briefs, hard as a rock as he tried his best not to give in.

He had missed her so damn much, but this wasn’t right.

“Doll, come on, quit it. You’re hurt—”

“I haven’t cum in three months.” She cut him off, sniffling as more tears left her eyes, “he— he couldn’t— please.” She begged yet again, her hands cravingly clawing at Bucky’s tank top, wanting him to be close again.

“What?!” Bucky sat back down, wiping her tears away as he took her back into his arms.

She nodded in shame as she cast her eyes down, burrowing her face in his shoulder, “he couldn’t make me cum”.

“Not even with his mouth?”

“Especially not with his mouth,” she muttered, hating the memory of a different man touching her.

“And you didn’t get yourself off?”

She shook her head, still embarrassed as she hid from him.

“Why not?!”

“Couldn’t touch myself without your permission.” She looked up to him, her teary eyes sincere.

Bucky let himself just look at her for a beat longer.

She was with another man that she supposedly wanted to be committed to, but she still followed Bucky’s rules during that relationship.

“I can make you cum, doll,” Bucky said, his gaze darkening, “but I have one condition.”

“Anything,” she whispered, desperate for his touch, his lips, his cock.

She had missed Bucky beyond compare.

“Allow me to break a rule.”

“What—”

“I need to kiss you, baby.”

She smiled, her heart relieved despite its fluttering as she answered by pressing her lips to Bucky’s.

He laid her on her back on his couch, careful not to rub himself against her lower region as he devoured her lips. Bucky sighed on her lips, the first taste always the best.

He hasn’t tasted those lips in nine months, since their very first time together. He remembered them tasting of beer back then, but today it was chocolate lacing her tongue.

It was Bucky’s turn to be desperate as he ate up her whimpers, his tongue dancing with hers as he deepened the kiss. He wanted to gobble her up, get as close to her as possible, taste every inch and swallow every whine.

He realized he couldn’t get as close as he wanted without his boxers scratching the welts on her sore skin.

Bucky pulled away for a second, leaving her to chase his mouth as he chuckled.

She whined, making grabby hands at him.

When he was done taking his boxers off, he got back on top of her, tenderly pushing her legs to her chest to keep them from bumping against the couch before slotting himself between her open legs as his mouth found its way back to hers.

“I can’t believe I let you take this away from me for so long,” he groaned, biting down on her lower lip.

She moaned in reply, pushing her hips up so she could get his cock to stroke against her.

She couldn’t believe she had deprived herself of those kisses either because she knew that she had fallen for the man anyways.

One swipe had Bucky hissing as he felt how wet she was under him. He has needed her for so long, not letting himself find any kind of relief with another woman in her absence.

“Do you want my fingers, doll?”

“No, no, gimme your cock, Bucky, please,” she pleaded, squirming on her back on the couch, pushing her hips up.

“I can’t do that, baby. You know it. It would be too much,” he sighed, his thumb stroking her cheek.

“Bucky, please. I can take it. I’ve taken worse!”

“I can’t. I can’t hurt you anymore, doll.” Bucky admitted, his hand sliding her hair behind her ear.

“Bucky,” she whined and his eyes gave her a firm look, making her shut up at once.

“It’s either my fingers or you get nothing, puppy. What do you want?”

“Your fingers, sir,” she replied obediently, pulling her legs further against her chest to give him all the access he would need.

“That’s a good puppy.” Bucky smiled, thumb circling her swollen clit.

“Please,” she breathed, already throwing her head back at the simple touch.

Bucky chuckled, though he was internally fuming at the fact that she was with a ‘man’ who didn’t make her cum for three whole months, “ready for the first one, puppy?”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded quickly.

Bucky carefully slipped two of his metal fingers inside of her dripping cunt, groaning at the tightness he has missed so much, “I know this hand’s your favorite”.

“I thought you said one!” She moaned in surprise, pushing down on his fingers still.

“I meant first orgasm, puppy,” Bucky laughed, scissoring his fingers inside of her, opening her up exactly like he knew she liked.

And when he curled his fingers just right? She was wailing out the yes’s and thank you’s like it was the last time she would ever get fingered in her life.

“Fuck, baby, squeezing my fingers so hard already,” Bucky groaned, the tips of his vibranium fingers nudging her sweet spot with every indulging thrust, massaging and abusing until he saw her thighs quiver with her first orgasm.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she squealed as Bucky let her come down from her high, fingers slowing down their movements without leaving her leaking pussy.

“Thank me when we’re done, doll.” He smirked, twisting his fingers inside of her.

Bucky got them out for a second only to slip back three fingers instead of two, feeling her cunt hungrily swallow them as she cried out at the delicious stretch.

He bit his lip, shaking his head as he got to business, “fuck, I’ve missed you so much”.

“How we feeling, puppy?” Bucky asked her as he saw her legs tense again.

“So good, so so good, sir. Thank you,” she sobbed in pleasure, feeling her thighs shake for the fifth time that afternoon.

“You’re such a good puppy, cumming so hard for me,” Bucky groaned, feeling the pull of her pussy as he tried to take his fingers out, moving them on her clit instead, “keep cumming baby”.

“I can’t take anymore. Please, I can’t.” She shook her head as she tried to squirm away from Bucky’s skilled fingers.

“Okay, okay,” Bucky chuckled, raising one hand up in surrender as his other went into his mouth.

She was gasping for air as she let her legs go, grimacing when her ass touched the couch. She raised her thighs back up, opening them when Bucky hovered over her body for another kiss.

His cock swiped against her sensitive pussy, making her clench when she felt how hard he was. Bucky was so hard it must be getting painful by now.

“Bucky, I can do one more,” she said against his lips.

“Oh you getting greedy on me, puppy?” Bucky smiled, instantly complying as he brought his hand down between their bodies.

She shivered at the mere tracing of his fingers on her pussy lips, “not with your fingers.”

“Come on now, baby, I thought we’ve already talked about this,” Bucky said, ready to pull away from her body.

“You don’t have to put it inside.” She held onto his waist with all her might, “just rub it on me. I can take that.”

“Baby,” Bucky hesitated, his resolve getting weaker as he imagined the feeling of her silky, drenched pussy under his cock.

“Please, Bucky, just rub it on my pussy. Use me. Make yourself cum.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Bucky whispered, getting hold of his cock.

He swiped the tip between the lips of her cunt, moaning lewdly at the feeling he had missed for months.

She was so wet, so sensitive and so soft.

Bucky was never one to cum fast; not after his very first time with her. But she looked so good under him, already fucked out of her mind. She felt even better and he could only handle so much.

He couldn’t believe she was going to make him cum this quick just by letting him nudge her pussy with the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, baby, this beautiful pussy’s gonna make me bust and I didn’t even get to fuck her!” Bucky groaned, feeling his abs get taut as he tried to hold off his orgasm for as long as physically possible.

He didn’t know where to look; she looked gorgeous everywhere and it was making it harder for him not to cum right then and then.

“I’m cumming,” she gave a shout before shaking underneath him for the sixth time.

“Fuck, yes, cum for me, doll.” Bucky groaned, squeezing at his base to hold his orgasm off.

“Slip the tip inside me, Buck,” she begged, still catching her breath and writhing underneath him needily as if he hadn’t just given her five mind-blowing orgasms on his fingers.

He shook his head, trying to focus on not cumming.

“Please, Bucky, just the tip.”

“Shit, don’t say stuff like that.” Bucky’s head tipped back as he closed his eyes for a second to keep from staring into her imploring ones.

“Please, Bucky. Give me your cum. I missed being filled up of your cum so much.” She begged further, “I’m clean, I promise.”

“I never doubted you, puppy.” Bucky opened his eyes, pressing his lips to hers at once.

“Then give it to me,” she moaned on his lips, holding his face close to hers by the cheek, “give me all of your cum, Bucky. Fill me up until I’m leaking all over myself and your couch.”

“Fuck, doll, I can’t hold back anymore. You wanna be filled up? I’m gonna fill you up,” he growled, popping the fat tip of his cock inside her pussy.

She arched her back for Bucky, desperate to feel more of him, “thank you.”

She missed this cock stretching her to her limits so bad. She missed its girth and its veins and the hot cum it paints her walls with.

Bucky could all but let go at the first clench of her pussy, feeling his cum shoot inside of her until it had filled her up to the brim.

He watched her sigh in satisfaction, a smile spreading on her sweet face as Bucky’s hot load filled up her pulsating cunt.

Bucky reluctantly slipped out of her, watching his cum leak out of her ruined pussy, “oh thank you, doll.”

She couldn’t keep her thighs off the couch anymore, body limp and exhausted. She hissed once again when her raw skin touched the rough couch but didn’t pull her legs back up.

Bucky sighed, kissing her forehead lovingly before going to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean her up.

He tried to be gentle as he moved around her skin, wiping away the cum and the sweat. He went to leave the cloth in the bathroom and when he came back, she was tiredly perching herself on his lap.

Bucky smiled, taking the calendula cream from the coffee table to finally rub some against her marked butt and thighs. Aftercare was the most important part and he wasn’t about to forego it.

“How the hell did he fail at making you cum?” Bucky couldn’t help but ask as his palm rubbed circles on her sore skin.

“I guess it was me and my unorgasmable pussy.” She chuckled, making Bucky even madder at the man.

He had caused her to think there was something wrong with her and her body?

“Seems pretty orgasmable to me, doll. He’s the one with a broken penis.” Bucky grunted, focusing on keeping his touch gentle on her skin.

“Could make the other girl cum just fine, so not that broken.” She mumbled into her forearms as she rested her chin on them, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

“What?”

Now Bucky really was angry.

“He cheated on me.”

Her voice was so sad, so shattered.

“Doll,”

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know if there was even something to say to make this better.

“Yeah, found them together in his bed and everything. They do try to cover up with the white bed sheet just like the movies.” She chuckled again.

She was making jokes, trying to make light of her pain like she always would, but Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Doll, I’m so sorry. He’s an asshole.”

“It’s fine, really. Doesn’t come as a surprise to me that I wasn’t enough for him.”

“It isn’t fine and you are enough. You’re everything.”

“Bucky, you don’t have to—”

“Be my girl.”

“What?” Her head whipped back so fast, thinking she must have imagined the words.

“Forget about the rules and the deal and forget about our fears. Be my girl, doll,” Bucky repeated.

“Buck, I—”

“I know I’m messed up beyond repair, but if there’s one thing I can’t mess up, it’s loving you, doll. And if I suck at it, let me die trying my best for you.”

“Why’d you have to go and talk about dying now!” She sat back up, not waiting for her skin to fully absorb the cream as she straddled him again.

Her body was hot all over as she took it his words; words she had imagined him saying while standing alone in the shower so many times before that she’d lost count.

“Be my girl.” Bucky smiled, “let me love you like you deserve, doll.”

“You—”

“Yes. I love you,” Bucky admitted, shrugging, his blunt nails clawing at the small of her back nervously.

“You love me love me?”

“I love you love you.” His palms flattened against the small of her back as he nodded with a bigger smile.

“I love you love you!” She exclaimed angrily, “why didn’t you say anything!” She punched Bucky’s chest.

“Ow!” Bucky laughed, holding her hand midway before she could hit him again, “I didn’t think I deserved you.” He kissed her fist.

The gesture left her quiet as a smile formed on her face despite herself.

She cupped Bucky’s cheek and kissed his lips softly, “you’re an idiot.”

“Still think I don’t deserve you, doll. But I can’t pretend like I’m not madly in love with you anymore.”

He tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled away, shocked.

“Bucky, what are you talking about? If anything, I don’t deserve you!”

“Baby, you deserve the whole world.”

“I don’t want the whole world!” She threw her hands in the air, “just one idiot who would hold me on his lap after a good spanking,” she mumbled shyly, making Bucky laugh.

“This one idiot is all yours if you’d have him, doll.” Bucky’s smile was for once reaching his eyes as he brought her in for another kiss.

“I love you,” she repeated, throwing her body around his, holding him tight, fearing it might be a dream.

“I love you too, baby. I don’t deserve you but fuck I love you so much it keeps me up at night like a teenager,” he confessed in her hair, his big hand pressing her closer to him.

“Stop saying that.” She looked him in the eyes, “you deserve everything good in this whole universe and then some. I just hope I could be enough.”

“Could be enough— doll, you’re enough. You’re just right. The exact amount. You’re it. You’re the best for me and the only one I want.”

She didn’t know what to say to that so she put her lips on Bucky’s again and let the kiss demolish her fears and insecurities.

She was in Bucky’s arms and she was enough. She was safe and loved.

This was Bucky. Bucky, who was never intimidated by her professional success. Bucky, who has met her at her worst. Bucky, who has never done her wrong. Bucky, who has gotten to see the real, raw her and never turned away.

It was in that very moment that she realized that running away from Bucky to find love with other men was the worst crime she had committed against herself because now the mere idea of being out of this man’s arms and heart was too illogical and incredulous to even consider.

“I love you,” Bucky repeated on her lips as they caught their breaths.

And she could see it all in his loving, blue eyes as they adored every inch of her face: she was home and she was never getting lost again.

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