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majestyeverlasting · 3 months ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 | 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader [established relationship]

Summary: During a getaway from the bustle of the city, you can’t shake the looming suspicion that there’s more behind this sweet escape [3.6k]

A/N: Haven't written for Bucky in a while, but it's where it all began. If you like fluff, sensuality, and a reasonable helping of angst, this one’s for you. Enjoy!

Summer seems to have slipped away before you’ve had the chance to say goodbye. But it lingers in many ways, one of your favorites being the gentle tan of Bucky’s skin. Reminiscent of days at the beach and lingering outside simply because you can.

The air has grown much cooler now, the sun at least seeming to have slipped further away. It’s a suitable enough excuse for the way you’ve become more persistent in your pursuit of his warmth, even now, as you tuck your nose into the center of his bare chest. Or maybe it’s your way of quelling the irrational fear that he too would somehow slip away.

No matter how many new beginnings there were, how many times he walked away from the call of duty, the same inevitability circled back around. One that entailed him leaving to be who others needed him to be. You’d taught yourself to worry less, to enjoy the now.

The eggshell sheets sink off your frame as you force yourself away from him, sitting upright and welcoming the slight stiffness that comes along with a good night’s sleep. The curtains are drawn closed, and it's early enough in the morning that light doesn’t pour in too strongly from around the edges. There’s an ambience to the dimness, one the mourning doves outside contribute to with their calls.

Sensing your withdrawal, Bucky rolls onto his back, the soft linen pooling at his hips. They fall just beneath the faint protrusions of the bones. But he doesn’t open his eyes. Not even when you brace yourself, mattress dipping, to lean down and press kisses along his waist in plush light drops. You trail them up to his jaw, his face growing hotter with each kiss, leaving no hope of quelling the tingling beneath his skin.

Just as his eyes flutter open, you straighten up and slip out of bed away from his reach. He watches the pretty line of your back as you saunter towards the bathroom—laughing. First at him, then with him, as you peek over your shoulder to where he lays flushed with a blossoming smile. Moments later, you find yourselves under the warm spray of the shower.

By the time you make it outside, there’s a fleeting ombre of colors in the sky. Pink and orange closer to the horizon and pale blue everywhere else. It’s something you have to make out through the trees as you sit on the porch bench. They’re everywhere, tall and strong. Your legs are draped over Bucky’s lap. He absentmindedly strokes your shin with his thumb as you redirect your gaze back to the travel brochure you’d carried out with you.

It was something you’d picked up at the welcome center earlier this week when you arrived in Chicot County. The last stint at this safehouse was brief. A result of a threat that ended up being dissolved almost as soon as it arose. This time around, the two of you were here because you wanted to be. Some time away from the city, Bucky had said. So you packed up the truck, secured his motorcycle in the bed, and hit the highway.

Upon noticing the distant way he’s begun looking out at the yard, you point to a name listed under the breakfast directory. A promising diner. “I feel good about this one,” you say.

Bucky narrows his eyes. “You sure? ‘Cause I don’t know if I can survive room temperature eggs again.” His amusement remains from yesterday’s pick. The eggs might not have been hot off the stove, but you’d been smiling across the table from each other nevertheless. Grateful for good company and a solid playlist playing overhead.

“Could’ve fooled me. Your plate was spotless by the time we left.” You poke his side. When he hardens himself against reacting, you do it again.

“Okay, alright,” Bucky says through a smile that betrays him, curling in on himself.

Satisfied, you admire the way his hair falls past his ears now. Only his beard is peppered with specks of white. The black shirt he’s wearing loosely contours around his muscles, and he’s got black cargos to match. He looks good like this in the early morning light.

Swinging your legs from his lap, you scoot closer with the intent to kiss him. But he leans away with the ghost of sparkle in his eyes. It’s as good a poker face as he can manage.

When he stands, you follow, the porch creaking under your footsteps as he leads you back inside. The moment the front door shuts, he presses you against it, dipping his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss. He never gives in fully, remaining right on the cusp of where sweetness surrenders itself to the deeper urgency of desire.

“Can we take your bike?” you murmur against his warm lips.

He pecks the corner of your mouth, your chin. “Whatever you want.” He punctuates with a final peck on your lips.

•••

Everything about the diner is lovely. The food, the staff, the patrons. That’s what makes time seem to glide by so fast. Pictures of people from the community hang on the walls, and different shelves bear charming trinkets. The two of you are seated in a booth along the front window, watching people flutter in and out as your meals begin to digest. Bucky’s legs brush against your own where they’re extended beneath the table.

Soon, a minivan pulls up right out front. After the couple gets out, the back doors slide open and five kids pour out wearing smiles. The oldest boy can’t be any more than twelve. The two youngest are still in their pajamas. Bucky’s lips upturn.

“I used to want a bunch of siblings,” he admits.

You turn towards him. “Really?”

He nods, almost shyly. “Always seemed like it’d be a lot of fun,” he says. “Nevermind we lived in a shoebox in Brooklyn.”

You offer a fond tilt of your head. “Would you still have wanted to be the oldest, or the youngest?”

His answer doesn’t take long. “Oldest.” The sound of laughter marks the family’s entrance. “I was eleven when Becca was born and it was the best day of my life.” He’s quiet for a moment, reminiscing. “She’s what made me realize there was something outside of myself that I wanted to protect.”

A small smile pulls at your lips. “That’s really sweet.”

He nods, tapping his knuckles against the table a few absentminded times. Then a weighted look settles in his eyes, like there’s something else he needs to say. It evokes a sense of knowing within you, even though nothing has revealed itself. The suspicion doesn’t unsettle you. Instead, you ride the wave, figuring if you’re swept out to the sea and the two of you diverge for a short while, it’s nothing you haven’t braved before.

You extend your hand across the table and leave it face up. Bucky takes it, calloused palms against your softer ones, rubbing the back of your hand. No words pass between, and you’re happy to join him in his silence. You’d wait forever if you had to.

He gives your hand a squeeze. “Just thinking.”

“You do that quite a lot.” There’s a lilt to your voice.

On your way out the diner, the oldest boy from the family locks eyes with Bucky, face glowing with recognition. But the kid doesn’t say anything or make a scene, just lifts his hand in a wave that barely rises above the table. Bucky waves back. And the boy grins, knowing he’d just seen a superhero in the flesh.

•••

The ride back to the house is even prettier than when you first came. Bucky takes a different route so you can pass alongside the calm waters of Lake Chicot. There’s no words to express how beautiful it is, especially with wind rushing against your bodies. Bucky is steady and solid where your arms are wrapped around his middle. There’s a practiced ease to the way he mans the handlebars as the engine rumbles on.

When you make it to the straight shot half a mile away from the house, he accelerates for the thrill of it. It feels like you’re flying. But Bucky isn’t taking you home at all. He zooms past the turn that leads to the long driveway and continues onwards to an unknown destination.

Dust kicks up behind you when he eventually turns onto a narrow dirt road. It grows dimmer, the trees stretching upwards on either side blocking out the sky. Bucky slows down to an easy cruise. Despite the questions that arise in your head, you continue hanging on and enjoying the ride.

You eventually pull onto a plot of land that rests along the lake. There’s a makeshift parking pad that overlooks the water, and a sloping trail that leads down to a grassy space that sits closer to the bank. Tucked into the trees is a small wooden cabin with a thick lock on the door.

Once you climb off the motorcycle and secure your helmet on its hook, you take a thoughtful look around, relishing the breeze. A comfortable silence lingers between you until Bucky combs a hand through his disheveled hair, gaze falling on you.

“I never had the chance to bring you out here. It’s real peaceful.” He pauses for the soft slosh of the lake’s shore, the rustling of the trees. “Thought you’d appreciate it.”

“Where exactly is here?” you ask.

Chuckling, Bucky nods in the direction of the cabin as he begins heading that way. The dirt crunches beneath your feet until you reach the grass, twigs snapping. Rather than pulling out a key, Bucky presses his thumb to the underside of the lock and it releases.

The air is thick as you step inside, having been shut in for so long. Even then, as it thins, you can smell the familiar undernotes you always associate with Bucky’s skin. Almost everything is contained within the four walls of one main room. There’s a small kitchen composed of a couple cabinets, a sink, and a stove. The kitchen table is small with one chair. A twin sized bed constitutes what could be a living room.

As you soak it all in, your eyes catch sight of a polaroid picture on the wall near the bed. You take a few steps closer, footsteps clunking gently against the wood.

“Awwww, it’s us.” Both of you look so different. Bucky’s hair is shorter. “Back in Brooklyn before we started dating.”

His stomach flutters when you peer back at him, still gushing. “Yeah. I used to stake out here during jobs.” The look in your eyes insists he continues. “Liked the town so much I eventually requested another safehouse. A nicer one that’d accommodate the two of us—the one we’re staying in now,” he says, thoughtful.

“It’s definitely been a while.”

You hum in agreement as you walk around. There isn’t much, but it’s enough. “What about the bathroom?” He points to a door that you’d completely glossed over, the grain of the wood blending in with the rest of the walls.

Then, in the corner of the room, a small handle on the floor catches your eye. Bucky follows your gaze. “There’s a storage room down below.” He pulls his lower lip between his teeth, debating with himself. “For weapons. Did you wanna see that too?”

You lift an easy shoulder. “Why not?”

After pulling the hatch door open, Bucky descends the ladder first to get the lights. The rungs creak with his movements. When it’s your turn, he stands at the bottom, guiding you down with his hands hovering at your waist.

Back on the ground, all you see are guns. Everywhere. Different makes and models. They span every inch of available space on the walls, forming an extensive array. Some look so intricate and peculiar that it’s hard to believe they’re functional. A glass display case rests in the center of the room that houses an impressive collection of knives. The blades are so clean they glint.

The entire room is a testament to a skillset that exceeds the most practiced among men. Defying the very bounds of human capability and teetering over into a league of its own. Yet for all the times you’ve ever looked at Bucky, you’ve never perceived him as a threat. Or as anything other than human even though the hands of science had sought to strip that away from him.

He’s already looking at you when you turn back to him. “Wow.” You breathe out a laugh. Bucky’s eyes nervously flitter to the ground. “Do you know how to use all of them? Like, even the fancier ones?”

His bicep flexes as he rubs the back of his neck. “I do.” Then, he finally comes around to the fact that you’re impressed, not afraid. He smiles a little too. “They don’t hand ‘em out to just anybody.”

A snort escapes you, and you push his chest. He captures your wrist in the process, guiding your arm up to hook around his neck. You raise the other on your own accord, taking a step closer as his strong hands settle on your waist. He touches his forehead to yours.

“Can’t go around talking about this place now that you’ve seen it.” He feigns seriousness because he knows you never would.

“That's a bummer. I was thinking about hosting a potluck.”

A startled laugh bubbles out of him, coated in fondness. There were no secrets regarding who he was or what he’d done, but reality had a way of piercing through to the bone when the evidence was as tangible as these four walls. When it was hanging all around you, each weapon having been graced by the hands that now held you.

He exhales. “I love you.”

•••

The two of you end up on a blanket down by the lake. You, on your back with your knees propped up, and Bucky upright with his legs stretched out. Yet again, having fallen into thought. You remain like that for a while, embracing the stillness. Soon, he can feel your eyes settle on him like you’ve figured something out.

“This whole trip,” you start, groaning as you sit up. “It’s not really just because, is it?” Only a small fraction of your tone is unsure, willing to welcome the possibility that you’d been reading into his contemplative hazes all wrong.

“You have to go away again.”

Bucky shifts, his muscles rippling beneath his shirt. There’s a few seconds where he doesn’t say anything at all. “Yeah, I…yeah.” It’s the truth. That’s all he’s got left, all he ever offered to you. It was just harder to present it this time. “At the end of the week.”

This past year of simply existing and traveling with you had been a luxury that settled deep in his bones. He didn’t want the thought of his departure to taint what time you had left.

“A few weeks ago I ignored a call,” he starts. “Then the same unknown number kept calling and calling.” He motions with his hand as he speaks. “So I finally picked up the phone.”

In your chest, seeds of suspicion have taken root and grown into a realized truth. Snaking through your rib cage, settling beneath your skin. “And you agreed to whatever they asked.”

He nods, eyes meeting yours.

“I was trying to gauge when to tell you. Didn’t want it to be the only thing on your mind.” Guilt spreads through him when your jaw ticks and you look out towards the water. He continues with a slight waver in his voice. “I figured if I at least got us down here, we could stay until I got a better idea of what’s going on.”

“In case anybody tried to bother us in Brooklyn,” he adds. You hum a small sound.

“You can go back if you want. That’ll be your choice to make,” he realizes. “I’m sorry.”

As a gentle breeze passes through, you take his hand and pull it closer to you. He watches as you open his palm and trace the lines there. Your touch is so light it sends small currents of electricity up his arm.

“You wanna know something,” you murmur, his fingers twitching as you continue on with your slow, thoughtful trails. “I had a hunch. I don’t know if that’s better or worse than certainty.” His breath stills when your finger does. “I guess now I know for sure though, right?” Your acceptance is underscored by a soft edge.

“Yeah.” It’s a rasped breath.

He almost doesn’t believe your somber smile because there’s a hint of levity woven around the outskirts, stuffed between the cracks. “You could’ve told me sooner so you wouldn’t be ruminating about it.” You raise his hand to your lips and press a kiss to the center. “I promise I would’ve been okay.”

You’d already experienced it all—unexpectedly waking up alone, seeing him off within a moment's notice, being told in July that he wouldn’t be home for Christmas. Maybe things were different this time because he’d gotten such a profound glimpse of what life would be like if he hung it all up. Both of you knew there was really no such thing, but it was nice to pretend. Your brains couldn’t tell the difference.

“So are you okay?” he asks.

“Are you okay?” Bucky huffs a low laugh at that.

Going on missions didn’t phase him. He knew how to fight. It was something he did well. Sometimes he hated himself for the primal rush it gave him, the itch it fulfilled. There was something about being presented with a target—an objective—even after all these years, that he could never back away from. If there was a job to do, he was going to get it done. By being an equalizer, an asset.

You, with your pretty smiles and steady convictions, were the first person to truly make realize that wasn’t all he had to be. Fighting was easy, but being still was harder. He’d realized he wanted a balance of both, and that he was allowed to have it. There was no judge waiting for him to choose one over the other. Being in a relationship with him meant nurturing this duality without attempting to sever the two ends or stomp one out. They formed a worthwhile whole that was embedded within his being.

“Only if you are,” he finally says.

“I’m okay,” you promise. Then you tilt your head. “You look like you don’t believe me.”

Bucky exhales. “I really was gonna tell you sooner, I just…couldn’t,” he says, shaking his head in hindsight's clarity. “You have the right to be upset.”

“I’m not, Buck. I wish I could be, but I’m not,” you admit. “You’re still here. It’d only be a waste of time.” You angle more towards him, leaning in a little closer. “I think something might be a little wrong with me anyways. I kinda just want to kiss you...”

His brows pinch together before he smiles all boyish, unable to help it. Like he can’t quite believe you’re real. “Is that what you wanna do? We can do that.” He cups your cheek, running his thumb along your lower lip.

You hum, leaning into his touch. “But maybe that wouldn’t be productive given the circumstances.” There’s a playful lilt to your voice that he’s grateful for. That you’re grateful to have found yourself. It was mending in times like this. “Feels like you should be doing target practice or something. Or maybe I can hold up some boxing mitts for you—”

In what feels like seconds, he has you on your back, hovering above you. Your purse your lips to keep from breaking into a lovesick smile. “Wrestling works too,” you manage. There’s a flutter in your stomach from his display of strength alone.

Bucky’s eyes are the prettiest shade of blue as he gazes down at you. Lines gather at the corners of them as he smiles, his hair falling in a short curtain framing his face. Right along with the warmth in his chest, settles the premature weight of missing you. He doesn’t let it take over, or try to push it away. It’s the very thing that grounds him in the moment all the more. It would eventually be the spark that made him find his way back to you.

He runs a finger along your jawline, making you shiver. Then he whispers against your lips, “I liked your first idea.” As your lips part further in an exhale, he nips at them one at a time, licking just past them. Testing the waters before diving in.

You disappear in the warmth of his lips, his tongue, the scratch of his beard. He squeezes your thigh, your waist, then cradles your jaw as best as he can. Everything is tender. Like he’s aware of the solidity of your presence but distantly afraid you might break. Bucky’s always been that way.

He eventually pulls away, allowing you to find your breath. Rolling off onto his back as the warmth simmers in his cheeks. Rather than finding words to fill the space, you bask in this secluded moment, both staring up at the same sky. Grateful that, at least for now, you still had a little more time.

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lokigodofmyheart · 3 months ago

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Day 1 - Sex Pollen (Tony Stark)

Day 2 - Restraining/ shadow play (Loki)

Day 3 - Threesome (Loki and Bucky)

Day 4 - Temperature play (Loki)

Day 5 - none

Day 6 - Roleplay (Severus Snape)

Day 7 - Toys/Public vibrator (Tony Stark)

Day 8 - Edging/orgasm denial (Bucky Barnes)

Day 9 - Pegging (Loki x Reader)

Day 10 - Blow job (Loki x Reader)

Day 11- 20 - none

Day 21 - Sex Pollen (Severus Snape x Reader)

Day 22 -

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blackynsupremacy · 3 months ago

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“HI, MS. PARKER!”

pairing: female!reader x female!bff x oldermale!character

inspo: friday (1995)

18+ vibes, so minors dni! contains: age gap, flirting, teasing, mention of a threesome, arousal, implied smut, swearing.

the neighbor: clark kent, steve rogers, thor odinson, logan howlett, derek morgan, dean winchester, erik killmonger, john winchester, bucky barnes or any character the reader has in mind!

taglist: @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @afrowrites @rosiestalez @zombiehe4rt @sabrinasopposite @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @elitesanjisimp @gxuxhdjdu

the sun adores the illuminated skin of you and your best friend. it’s friday, ya’ll ain’t got work nor classes, so you decided it was a beautiful day to take a bike ride through the neighborhood. it’s a blazing temperature of eighty-seven, so of course you’re both scantily clad in black halters and denim cut offs with slides before you hit the block. as you peddle around the corner, you spot him. it was one of your neighbors that had a decade on your twenty-five year old selves, but who gave a damn when he’s this—fine and recently divorced. your eyes gawk at how each of his muscles flexes in that tight-ass white tank top while performing the most mundane tasks such as mowing the lawn or fixing his car. the stains of perspiration leave a glistening mess on areas of his skin such as his arms, chest, and neck. you and your friend give each other a smirk, a glint of mischief within your eyes. you simultaneously wave at the man and greet him in the “friendliest” tone as you have done in prior occasions.

“heeeey!” you both squeal and let a few giggles escape as if you were back in your high school days.

he stops what he’s doing and lifts his head up at the harmony of your voices. he wipes the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand as an amicable grin curves on his lips. he raises a bulging arm in the air, a baritone voice resonating to reciprocate the greeting.

“hey, ladies! how ya doin’?”

“we’re good!”

you turn your heads to secretly converse with each other as the raunchiest of thoughts run circles through your minds. your friend mutters under her breath on your behalves.

“we’d be better if you’d let us fuck.”

he peered at you both with a tantalizing gaze, an arched brow and a piqued smirk that thankfully, both of you couldn’t see. this was a weekly routine of this teasing and he played right along with ya’ll. he hadn’t really got any play since the divorce finalized because he was just trying to focus on himself, but how could he focus with these two pyt’s basically eye fucking him each time they pass by as their bodies bounced on their bikes? the aching sensation of his dick hardens as he couldn’t deny the fact that he was just as intrigued as you and your friend. he often battled with himself as to which one he would take first, but then again—why not both at the same time?

“i’m sorry, what’d you say, honey?” he feignedly inquired.

to say ya’ll were gagged was an understatement because there’s no way that man heard what your friend said. albeit it was true that both of you held a strong attraction to the older male, ya’ll weren’t gonna let him know that too quick.

you stammered to save your asses.

“uh—nothing! have a good one, sir!”

the heat of embarrassment rushed on your faces as you waved again and peddled off a few more blocks before retiring back to your home. after that encounter, you both needed a cold shower to cool off the area that needed it the most.

later that evening as you both were binging your favorite reality show, your phones pinged at the same time. you both picked them up to see you got a new message from an unknown number and they put you in a group chat: you, your friend, and the unknown person.

the message read:

you know i’ve heard you loud and clear earlier.

baffled, you read the message and you took it upon yourself to respond:

i’m sorry. who’s this and how’d you get our numbers?

don’t act so coy. you girls like to tease me every week on those bikes.

•••

it’s driving me fucking crazy.

it dawns on you both that this unknown person was…your neighbor.

“oh…” you started.

“…shit.” your friend finished your thought and she responds in the chat.

we didn’t mean to tease! we just wanted to say hi real quick because you looked so busy.

“and so damn fine.” you mutter, eyes not pulling from the screen awaiting the next response.

•••

let’s cut to the chase. it’s obvious you want to—have your way with me. i feel the same way, so if you stunning young ladies wanna know how a real man does it, swing by my place in the next 10 minutes. ;)

•••

you said you want to fuck, so let’s fuck.

you both stare at your phones then at each other not knowing that as you were reading each word your thighs instinctively clenched together to hold in the arousal that was erupting between your legs. as if you were speaking telepathically, you both deserved to relieve some tension with one of the finest men on your street. you kept your end of the bargain because within ten minutes you’re both standing in anticipation at his front door. you were getting a taste of your own medicine as his sculpted figure leaned against the frame. one of his forearms supporting his body while his other hand “tries” to grasp onto the cotton towel that was lowering at his navel. he skips the formalities by using his large, two fingers to beckon you both into the house and you both simply follow his command.

a ménage a toi—who knew that this was a way to spend a friday evening?

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buckypinetrees · 1 year ago

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Warm

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader (No use of Y/N)

Summary: You and Bucky are forced to go on a team bonding getaway together. Tensions rise.

Warnings: 18+ Minors Do Not Interact, enemies-to-lovers, boob play, oral (Fem receiving)

A/N: First fanfic I've written in years and the first time I've ever written for Bucky. Feedback is very much appreciated in the comments.

Part 2

You had run out of places to run. You had run further into the woods than you intended. You had been trained for this, you reminded yourself. Taking a deep breath, you scanned the area around you. The knotted mess of trees and plants surrounding you struck no chords of familiarity in your bones. You were lost.

“You lost, doll?” you heard a voice sneer. The voice of the man you were stuck with out here in the middle of nowhere for a “training session” Bucky Barnes.

“I’m fine,” you mustered as much anger and spite into your voice as you could manage.

“I could show you the way back.” The stupid smirk that pervaded your dreams gleamed.

You pushed forward avoiding talking to him further. You heard him try to continue the banter, but your mind was elsewhere. Stuck on the fact that you had to spend an insufferable week here with him in the name of team bonding. You understood why Steve had made the decision. The last fight between you and Bucky had ended in the drywall of the training room being completely turned to bits. But there had to have been other ways. Surely, they could have sent you guys on different missions, planning out your schedule so your presences never had the chance to grace each other. But no, here you were with the man who had made your entire time at the compound a living hell.

Finally coming out of your thoughts you examined the area surrounding you. The woods thickened and the whisper of birds sang above you. Peaceful. That was what this was. Maybe the first semblance of peace you encountered since yesterday when you were jetted here against your will. Your pleas for anything different fall on deaf ears. Steve had said it would be good for you.

You had sat in the clearing for what seemed like hours. The sun had started to set in the distance and the birds stopped chirping. The temperature had fallen what seemed like 20 degrees in an hour and you realized you didn’t have much time to get back to the cabin before you froze to death. Maybe death would be sweeter than the taunting and humiliation you would face if you had returned there. Before you left you told Bucky that you would rather die than spend a night in the cabin with him. Returning now would make it seem like you were weak, and you couldn’t stand the smug look that would be on his face when you returned.

“Still lost, little dove?” his voice rang in your ears.

“Don’t call me that” you bit back the urge to scream at him. He had been using these pet names against you from the moment you arrived. Seeing you as nothing but an average civilian.

“It’s getting cold out, and I’m not going to let your stubbornness get you killed,” Bucky admitted. You answered with a vulgar gesture. “Okay, have it your way, I’m returning to the cabin. You can follow me back or you can freeze.”

You heard Bucky’s footsteps soften as he started walking away. You rose, knees aching as you stretched them for the first time in hours. Trying to be as quiet and discrete as possible you followed his trail back to the cabin. It took you a while, not to realize how deep you had truly ventured into the woods. Watching him through the window you readied yourself for his snide remarks. You could handle this. You rarely lost your temper in other situations but with Bucky, there was just something truly infuriating about him.

Walking through the door, the smell of the stove pervaded your senses. He had made dinner, probably just for himself. The conditions of this little “getaway” were simple. The cabin was made available for you two to shelter in but everything other than that you would have to fend for yourself. So, no food, unless you hunted, no clean water unless you searched for it, and no heat unless you cut the wood yourself. You thought back to how stupid you had been. Instead of spending the first day here using your efforts to find any of these things, you threw a tantrum. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were until you smelled the aroma of food sizzling on the stove.

“Hungry, doll?” He sneered as if reading your mind. “Too bad you were lost in the woods the entire day. I only had enough time to find a meal for myself.” His eyes found yours as he hit his mark with his ravenous words.

“I said earlier, I am fine. I don’t need your help here. I’m on the team for a reason. I can survive the week just fine” not daring to give him the dignity of seeing you fail. You made your way towards the shower. You heard him chuckle behind you. You locked yourself inside the bathroom, trying to steady yourself. You hated the smug expression on his face. He would be truly handsome if he didn’t have such a bitter interior. Being this close to him made you want to rip his throat out. This was going to be a long week.

You emerged from the shower, dressed in your night clothes. The only luxury you and Bucky were afforded was packing your clothes for the week. Bucky was spread out on the couch, a grin spread across his lips.

“Oh, just so you know, I didn’t get any wood for the fire. I don’t need it seeing my enhancements and all, but you might get cold. Should’ve thought about it before you acted like a toddler earlier” his grin never ceased as he eyed you up and down. His gaze always felt dirty on your skin. He would never see you as part of the team. To him, you were just a stray they found and had the kindness to take in.

You didn’t deign to respond to his mockery. The less you had to talk to Barnes the better. You simply shuffled past him to reach the bedroom. An old shaggy duvet sat aloft a bed that looked like it hadn’t been used in decades, but it would do. You wrapped yourself as tightly in the blanket as possible already feeling the chill seeping into your bones, both from the cold and your lack of nutrition. You ignored it, wishing you could also ignore the whistles and hums coming from the living room. He was loving this. Your misery was delicious to him. He was drinking it in. You tried to turn off the thoughts running through your head and slept.

You had awoken in the middle of the night shivering. The cold is too impertinent now to ignore. On top of that, you were hungry. You hadn’t eaten since you guys had started the flight here, almost 24 hours ago. Tossing and turning, you had tried to stay in bed for as long as possible. Finally rising you made your way to the bathroom. It was a smaller room. Maybe it kept heat trapped in better. As you walked out of the bedroom, Bucky rose to sit up on the couch.

“What are you doing up?” His voice was husky with sleep. Any other man with this voice would make your toes curl and you would be completely pliant in his hands.

“I had to go to the bathroom.” You whispered out meekly.

“Sure, little dove, it’s not because your cold right?” You shook your head, not daring to talk again in case your teeth chattered. “You see,” Bucky continued, “with my enhancements, I could hear your little body shivering in that bed. The sound of your chattering teeth started to sound like white noise. You know I could help you if you just admit that you acted like a brat this morning.”

You scoffed at him. Why would you not act the way you had when forced to go on this little retreat with him? And what did he mean by helping you? You had had enough of him.

“I don’t need your help, Barnes. You’re an ass!” Your tone rises as you spit the words at him.

“You say one thing and yet your body betrays you every time. Look how hard you’re trying not to shiver. C’mon, just admit it. You acted like a spoiled little brat today and you need me to fix your mistakes.” His eyes never left your frame as he examined the way your body continued to shake from the cold.

“No.”

“Okay then freeze, but then you’re going to be weaker tomorrow because you didn’t get any sleep and then I’ll have to spend all day caring for your ass because Steve made me promise that I wouldn’t let you die out here” he grunted out. “So, either let me take care of you now, or deal with it tomorrow. It’s your choice little dove.”

You wanted to scream at him, fight him, anything to wipe the smug grin that sat on his face like a permanent fixture when you were in his presence. You felt the heat radiating off him. He didn’t even need a blanket to keep warm. Your words betrayed your mind as you muttered out a “fine.” He rose from his spot on the couch moving closer to you. That ever-present smirk waltzing towards you.

“I’d offer you a spot on the couch, but it might be a little small for the two of us. Shall we move this to the bedroom?” His eyes raked over your figure as he stepped closer. Just being this close to him was already starting to warm you up. Not to mention the heat that flooded your cheeks at the word he spoke.

He grinned as he gripped your hand. “Hmm, you are freezing.” A brief glimpse of concern showed on his face. “Don’t worry we’ll get you all warmed up doll.”

You followed him into the bedroom, assessing how you would get him back tomorrow for making you feel so weak. Climbing onto the bed you felt him wrap his body around you. A weird foreign feeling to be seeking out comfort from what you considered your sworn enemy. But he was so warm, and his hands felt so gentle as he traced lazy shapes onto your chill-bitten skin. Your head instantly went empty as you savored the way his body pressed against your backside. He truly was beautiful with his dark locks and his cerulean blue eyes. The cold must’ve affected you worse than you thought if you were thinking such sweet things about Bucky.

While you were lost in thought you had continued to shift ever so slightly against him. His hand stopped instantly steadying you.

“Stop moving” he managed to growl out with a hint of something different in his voice. Unconcerned you continued to shift as you tried to get comfortable and that’s when you felt it.

“B…Bucky” you managed to squeak out now aware of his current situation. His hands felt too hot suddenly. Your body temperature rises way too high as the flush spread from your cheeks to your chest. You thanked God as you realized it was too dark for him to notice the blush spreading throughout his body. You shifted so that your backside was no longer pressed against him. Your body fully turned to him now.

“I think I’m warm enough now Bucky,” your voice was barely a whisper.

“You know what I think…” Bucky paused assessing the words he was about to say, “I think you’re a brat who makes it so damn hard for me to think about anything but this when you’re in the room.” He punctuated the sentence by gripping your ass in his hands hard, earning a moan out of you.

“Bucky,” you moaned out brokenly, too high off adrenaline to push him away or pull him closer.

“And do you know what I think you truly need? To be taught to mind your manners,” His voice dripped with lust as he moved his lips to your neck barely ghosting them over your pulse point.

You were a mess against him. You felt the dampness in your panties and your blood pound beneath your skin. Every sense was going haywire as you felt his hands roam your body. He took his time grabbing at every inch of your skin through your clothes.

“Please” you choked out. “Please touch me.”

“Aww…She does have manners,” He responded mockingly. “But I am touching you, maybe I need to teach your patience as well.” His hands gripped harder into your sides as he positioned you beneath him.

Just as you opened your mouth to protest his teeth sank into the sweet spot on your neck. Arching your back trying to feel more of him, you whined against him. His metal arm came to rest against your hips keeping them in place as he slithered from you. He opened the blinds, so moonlight flooded into the bedroom.

“I want to see my meal before I eat it,” he smirked from his position by the window. The moonlight streaming showed how blown his pupils were, and if you had a mirror, you would assume yours would be the same. He moved ever so slowly towards you, the grin of a predator on his lips. His hands came to rest on the edge of your shirt.

“I’ve wondered how pliant you would be underneath me. How easily you would listen to every word I say” his hands began making quick work of your shirt exposing your bare breast to him. Your body shines blue underneath the moonlight.

“Beautiful,” he murmured more to himself than to you, but your body still keened at the praise. His hands explored the newly visible skin. You felt his warm tongue start to explore your right breast, giving little sucks and bites as he avoided your nipple. His metal hand doing the same motions on your left side.

“Bucky, please…” Your whines and groans were pathetic as you urged him to touch your most sensitive spots. Something about your feeble attempts at persuading him must’ve stirred something in him because he began to attack your breast with a new fervor. Your moans became even louder as he sucked and nipped at your budding nipples. His metal hand left your breast and steadied himself. His human one makes quick work to slide into your underwear.

“Someone’s so needy,” he tsked against your skin. His fingers explored the wetness found there. It was too much. Your head felt heavy and light at the same time. All sense of morality floated out of your head as you reached for his shirt. “Please” became your mantra as he continued to rile up your already supple body. You were pleading for this man you had run from earlier to hurry up and fuck you.

He removed his shirt and your underwear, and you sighed thinking you had finally gotten to the part where he slides into you. Bucky had other ideas as he pulled your cunt closer to his face. He let out an exploratory lick that had your body pressing against him further. He found a motion that you liked as he let himself feast. Your moans bounced off the wall fueling him further. He began to devour you.

“You taste so sweet” The vibration made your body bend further into him. Seeing this as a pleasant sign he sweeps his finger against your aching hole, watching as your eyes widen in anticipation. He slides it in, and you finally submit to him fully. Knowing that this man could do anything he wanted to you, and you would willingly take it.

He ate you like he needed you to orgasm. Like it was the sole purpose, he was placed onto this Earth. Your head began spinning. The heat begins building up deep in your core. You clenched around his skilled fingers and felt yourself tumble off the ledge letting out a string of words all broken and all ending in Bucky’s name. Your body shook as he continued through your orgasm until you were spent.

Doe eyes met Bucky’s gaze as you finally regained some sense. You reached for him, hands grazing his bare chest as you came down. Bucky simply separated himself from you, moving towards the doorway.

“Hope you’re warm now, little dove.” His smirk returned to his face as he left you and returned to the couch.

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rootedinrevisions · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Day 28

CHARACTER: Tyler Owens

KINK: Temperature Play

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI. SMUT (Temperature Play (obviously), Fingering, Female Oral Receiving)

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Glen Powell (himself and the characters he's played)

Twisters (Mostly Tyler right now, but possibly others soon)

Top Gun: Maverick (Hangman, Rooster, possibly others soon)

Marvel / MCU (Bucky Barnes as of now, but possibly others soon)

WWE / Wrestling

As you pull into the driveway, the familiar sight of Tyler’s truck parked outside fills you with a wave of excitement. He’s home early. You hadn’t expected him back for another few days, so seeing his truck there feels like a gift after a long day. A smile spreads across your face, and you feel your pace quicken as you gather your things, eager to get inside and see him.

The house is quiet when you step inside, the kind of quiet that feels warm and welcoming rather than empty. You set your things down, glancing around for any sign of him. Moving through the living room, you call his name softly, your voice almost swallowed by the cozy silence of the farmhouse.

Just as you reach the hallway, you hear a familiar creak, and you turn just in time to see Tyler stepping out of the bedroom. When he catches sight of you, his face lights up, his easy smile spreading wide. He opens his arms, and without a second thought, you break into a run, closing the distance between you. As you reach him, his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, his embrace warm and steady, like he’s just as glad to be home as you are to have him here.

Tyler leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, the simple touch making your heart skip. His hand comes up to rest against the small of your back, holding you close as he pulls away just enough to look at you.

“Missed you, darlin’,” he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

You smile, resting your hands on his chest as you look up at him, letting yourself sink into the warmth of the moment. "I missed you too," you reply, your voice barely a whisper.

He grins, a playful gleam in his eye. “Thought I’d make it up to you. How does that sound?”

You look up at him, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “What did you have in mind?” you ask, a playful edge in your voice.

Tyler’s smile grows, his expression softening as he brushes a thumb over the back of your hand. “Remember that thing we talked about trying?”

You pause for a moment, searching your memory, and then it comes back—the conversation from a few weeks ago about exploring temperature play.

Your cheeks warm, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering through you as you nod. He’s always been patient with you, always checking in, but the thought of trying something new stirs a hint of unease.

Tyler catches the shift in your expression, his thumb stilling on your hand.

“Hey, it’s just me,” he says gently, his tone calm and reassuring. “We’ll take it slow, alright? The second you want to stop, you just tell me.”

You meet his gaze, the softness in his eyes easing the last traces of tension in your shoulders. Taking a steadying breath, you nod again, feeling safe and ready to trust him with this new step.

Tyler’s hand moves to lace his fingers through yours, giving a reassuring squeeze as he leads you down the hall toward the bedroom. The farmhouse feels even quieter now, each step toward the bedroom adding to the quiet thrill building inside you.

Tyler opens the bedroom door and gestures you in with a slight nod. Stepping inside, you can’t help but pause, taking in the soft, warm glow filling the room. Candles are set along the nightstands and dressers, casting flickering shadows across the walls, and the air is filled with a subtle, soothing scent of cedarwood.

When you look back at him, he’s smiling, his eyes warm and intent. He steps closer, his hands finding their place on your hips and then leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that feels like a promise. Your arms wrap around his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss, letting the day slip away as you focus on this moment, on him. His hands move slowly, almost reverently, as he starts to undress you, easing each piece of clothing off until you’re standing before him, bare under his gaze.

You give a small, playful laugh. “Feels like things are a little imbalanced here, don’t you think?”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “Maybe you should change that,” he murmurs, brushing his mouth over yours before pulling back just enough to watch you.

You reach for the hem of his worn white t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head, your hands lingering as they trace down his chest, over the lines of muscle, and the soft dusting of hair on his chest and stomach. His skin is warm under your touch, and you feel his breath catch slightly as your hands continue their slow path down.

Your fingers reach his belt, unfastening the Texas-sized buckle with practiced ease, and then you pop open the button on his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. He steps out of them, leaving him in just his Hanes boxer briefs, and you take in the sight, your hands resting lightly on his hips as you both stand there, wrapped in the glow and anticipation of what’s to come.

Tyler’s hands rest lightly on your shoulders as he guides you onto the bed, his touch grounding and careful. He pauses, leaning in close as he looks into your eyes, a soft smile lighting up his face.

"I thought we’d start slow," he murmurs, holding up a small bottle. "I warmed up some oil, figured this would be a nice way to ease into things." His thumb brushes reassuringly along your shoulder, and he leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "And remember, we can stop anytime. Just say the word, alright?"

You nod, feeling a little rush of excitement balanced with that familiar comfort you always feel with him. He smiles again, his eyes warm, before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Then, he climbs onto the bed, settling above your hips as he straddles you, and you feel the mattress dip with his weight. His hands move with practiced ease, rubbing the oil between his palms as he warms it further. He catches your eye once more, giving you a playful grin.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice low.

You bite your lip, nodding, and then close your eyes, bracing for that first touch. The warmth of his hands as they glide over your shoulders is unexpected, surprising, and deeply soothing.

Tyler’s voice drops to a gentle murmur as he works into the tense muscles along your neck and shoulders, “Just relax, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

Each pass of his hands releases the day’s tension, and as he moves slowly down your back, his fingers finding every tight spot, you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Tyler’s eyes meet yours as he gently guides you to roll over, his touch reassuring, his smile full of warmth. He leans close, brushing a tender kiss across your forehead before trailing his lips down to your cheek, as if to soothe any nerves lingering between you.

He pours a little more oil into his hands, warming it between his palms before he brings them to your shoulders. His touch is gentle yet firm as he kneads into the muscles there, his hands sliding in long strokes down the center of your chest, skimming close but not quite touching. His fingers follow the lines of your body with a slow, deliberate rhythm, making each touch feel intentional, almost reverent.

When his hands finally slide down your stomach, his fingers brush teasingly close to where you ache for him, and you can’t help the way your thighs press together instinctively.

He pauses, his lips quirking up in a knowing smile.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he teases softly, his voice deepening, and his gaze flickers down with a glint of mischief. He knows the answer, but he clearly wants to hear it from you.

You manage a soft “Yes,” your voice barely above a whisper, but the way you arch ever so slightly in response to his touch says even more.

Tyler’s smirk grows, pleased. He moves his hands up again, this time letting his palms rest on your breasts, cupping and massaging them with slow, purposeful pressure that makes you sigh. His fingers tease at your sensitive skin before he pinches your nipple gently between two fingers, adding just enough pressure to draw an involuntary moan from your lips.

The sound seems to ignite something in him, and his smirk deepens as he looks down at you with pride and warmth.

Tyler’s touch remains steady, his hands still working over your skin as he focuses on your breasts, his warm fingers caressing, teasing, and exploring with deliberate slowness. Every touch seems to coax a new reaction from you—a shiver here, a soft gasp there, until you can feel the tension building, a heat pooling deep within as he continues his gentle ministrations.

He takes his time, seemingly savoring every moment as he pinches and rolls your sensitive skin between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the way your body responds to him. The warmth of the oil, combined with the pressure of his hands, creates a tantalizing contrast that only heightens the sensation. Your breathing grows heavier, your fingers clutching at the sheets, and your back arches as you feel yourself climbing closer and closer to that edge.

But just as you feel the tension building to its peak, Tyler’s touch withdraws, and you’re left yearning, feeling the ache of his absence as he slowly climbs off you, and then off the bed. He stands there for a moment, looking down at you with a soft smile that holds just a hint of something playful, almost daring.

“Stay right there,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of anticipation. His fingers trail softly over your thigh one last time before he steps back, and then he’s gone, disappearing into the hallway without another word, leaving you breathless and tingling, wondering what he has in store next.

Tyler reappears in the doorway, a cool glass of ice water in his hand, his gaze warm and mischievous. You glance at the glass in his hand, eyebrows raised, but he just smiles, setting it down on the nightstand before moving closer.

Bending down to your level, he brushes his hand over your cheek, his thumb tracing a gentle path along your jaw.

"Do you trust me?" he asks, his voice soft, his gaze searching yours.

You feel a shiver run through you, a blend of excitement and curiosity. With a smile, you nod, murmuring a quiet, “Yes.”

"Good," he replies, his voice a reassuring murmur.

He kisses you softly, his lips lingering for just a moment before he straightens up and reaches into the dresser, pulling out one of his bandanas.

He holds it up with a smirk, his eyebrow quirked playfully. “Still trust me?”

Your smile widens, and you nod again, feeling anticipation building as he gently folds the fabric around your eyes, blocking your sight. As he ties it in place, his fingers brush against your skin, sending tingles down your spine. You’re left in darkness, your other senses heightened as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, as if to ground you before the unknown.

You feel him shift beside you, reaching for the glass of ice water, though you can’t see him. The sensation of not knowing what he has planned stirs your pulse, leaving you acutely aware of every sound and touch as you wait, breath held, for whatever he has in store next.

Tyler slides an ice cube from the glass, holding it between his fingers as he moves back toward you. The shift from the earlier warmth of the oil to this sudden coolness makes your skin tingle in anticipation. The first touch of the ice on your neck is a shock that has you gasping softly, the cold tracing along the sensitive curve of your collarbone, leaving a chilled path that quickly warms beneath his touch.

You hear his low chuckle as he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice warm and soothing. “You’re handling this so well, sweetheart. Let me know if it’s too much, alright?”

His thumb brushes lightly over your skin, grounding you, as he continues to tease your collarbone, drawing out little gasps with every touch.

He moves lower, the ice trailing along the dip between your ribs, and finally down toward your inner thighs. You feel yourself shiver, both from the chill and from his proximity, unable to resist the way your legs press together instinctively as the ice grazes your skin.

He laughs, a soft, raspy sound that’s as much appreciative as it is teasing. “Oh, you’re loving this, aren’t you?” His voice is husky, his breath hot against your ear as he shifts closer, pressing his hand to your thigh. “So responsive… makes me want to explore every inch of you with it.”

His words and the gentle cold pressure on your skin have you caught between sensation and anticipation, the contrast leaving you feeling vulnerable and exhilarated, every reaction showing him just how much he affects you.

Tyler drops the remnants of the first ice cube onto the towel beside the bed, watching as it melts slowly, leaving a small puddle. He smirks at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes before he reaches back for another cube, this time popping it into his mouth.

With a gentle yet firm touch, he spreads your legs apart, leaving you feeling exposed and yearning. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as he leans closer, his breath teasingly warm against your skin.

He lets out a slow, deliberate breath, the warmth mingling with the coolness of the ice, causing a shiver to run down your spine. The contrast sends your senses into overdrive, the mixture of sensations making you squirm.

“Just wait,” he murmurs, his voice low and intimate, as he leans in even closer. You can feel the heat radiating from him, mixed with the chill lingering from the ice. “You’re going to love this.”

With that, he leans in, letting the ice melt in his mouth before he brushes his lips against your most sensitive area, teasing you with the cold sensation. You gasp, the sudden thrill of the chill mixed with his warmth catching you off guard. He watches you closely, taking in every reaction, every little shudder that runs through you as he continues to play, the ice a thrilling reminder of the temperature play that has you yearning for more.

“Tell me how it feels,” he whispers, his breath ghosting over you, igniting every nerve ending as he continues to tease you with the coolness of the ice still in his mouth. You can barely form words, your body reacting instinctively to the sensations Tyler is creating.

“It feels... incredible,” you manage to gasp, your voice barely above a whisper as he continues his tantalizing play. The contrast between the coolness of the ice and the warmth of his mouth sends shockwaves through you, building a tension you can hardly stand.

“Good,” he murmurs, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he senses your pleasure. “I want to hear every reaction.”

He leans in again, giving you another teasing lick, sending another rush of chills through your body. The coolness from the ice dances with the warmth of his touch, and your back arches instinctively, pushing toward him, desperate for more.

“Tyler,” you breathe, the urgency in your voice making him chuckle softly. “Please... don’t stop.”

He nods, clearly enjoying how responsive you are. “I won’t. Just let go for me, darlin'.” He captures your gaze for a moment, the intensity in his eyes sending another wave of heat through you.

With that, he dives back in, his mouth enveloping you with the cold sensation still lingering from the ice. His tongue moves with purpose, flicking and teasing, every movement calculated to keep you teetering on the edge. The combination of the warmth of his mouth and the coolness of the ice makes you writhe, lost in a haze of pleasure.

He pulls back slightly, the ice still in his mouth. “How does that feel?” he asks, his voice dripping with playful seduction.

“So good,” you whimper, your body craving the dual sensations he’s providing. “I can’t... I can’t take much more.”

“Just a little longer,” he encourages, the playful glint in his eyes never fading. “You’re doing amazing. Let me know if I need to stop though, okay?”

With that, he leans back in, the coolness of the ice melting into his mouth before he uses it to tease you further, making you squirm and moan. The pleasure builds, each moment feeling more intense than the last as he guides you closer to the edge, his every movement a promise of ecstasy.

The moment Tyler’s warm mouth envelops you again, your entire body ignites with a new wave of pleasure. The heat from his lips contrasts sharply with the cool remnants of the ice that had just melted in his mouth, creating a delicious blend of sensations that sends you spiraling.

“God, you taste incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky, sending vibrations through you as he begins to suck gently on your clitoris. You gasp, the warmth of his mouth drawing a desperate moan from your lips. Each flick of his tongue makes your thighs tremble, the mix of sensations making it hard to think.

Just when you think you can’t take anymore, he pulls away slightly, and you hear him reach for the glass of ice water.

You reach up and pull the bandana off your face, opening your eyes just enough to see him dipping two fingers into the icy liquid, the sight making your heart race in anticipation.

You can only imagine the shock of cold against the heat of your core.

He looks back at you, a playful glint in his eye as he says, “Ready?”

You nod, breathless and eager for whatever he has planned.

Then, without warning, he slides those two cold fingers into you, the stark contrast sending a shiver through your entire body. Your back arches, a gasp escaping your lips as the sensation overwhelms you. The warmth of his mouth on your clit, coupled with the chill of his fingers moving inside you, creates an intoxicating blend that pushes you to the brink.

“Tyler, please,” you whimper, desperate for release as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. The dual sensations overwhelm you, each push and pull driving you closer to ecstasy.

“Just a little more,” he urges, his tone both teasing and reassuring. He continues to work you, his fingers curling and stroking within you, while his mouth works magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves. The mix of temperatures heightens every sensation, and you can feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter within you.

“Tyler, I’m... I’m so close!” you cry out, every fiber of your being focused on the wave of pleasure crashing over you.

“Let go,” he whispers, his voice low and sultry, as he intensifies his movements. You can’t hold back any longer; the mix of warmth and cold drives you over the edge.

With a shuddering moan, you let go, the waves of pleasure washing over you in powerful pulses. Your body tenses and relaxes beneath him, every nerve ending alive with sensation as you ride the high of your release. Tyler continues to coax you through it, his fingers still moving within you, drawing out the last remnants of pleasure until you finally come down, panting and blissed out.

As you lay there, breathless and sated, he leans up and captures your lips in a soft kiss, tasting the remnants of your pleasure on his tongue.

“How was that?” he asks, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Unbelievable,” you reply, still trying to catch your breath.

The connection between you two feels electric, every moment you share solidifying the bond you’ve forged through this new experience together.

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year ago

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hey murphy!! i saw that you’re still accepting or going forth with your 3k celebration, so curiosity struck me…

could i order a rum with bucky barnes?

(i wanna hear some headcannons you got for this man. i can’t help but ask! but ofc if you’re too busy with honey girl chapter 5 i totally get it, i hope all is well and take care of yourself darling ❤️)

Bucky Barnes Headcanons.

warnings - sexual content.

my love, thank you for this!! if anyone agrees/disagrees or has any thoughts on these, please feel free to discuss/send them to my inbox. <3

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

- I think Bucky wants a simple life. Definitely appreciates the little things. I think he'd thrive in a 'regular' job - working weekdays, weekends off, probably something physical/manual. Maybe a small town, away from the city. The man needs a break.

- The most observant lover/partner. Because he's always kind of 'on guard', he notices everything. Can and will read you like a book.

- Would definitely use/benefit from therapy eventually. I know he didn't like it in TFATWS, but I think after those events, his eyes open a little. Learns the importance of communication and tries his best.

- Doesn't want children. Between the whole super soldier age thing and the trauma, I don't believe he's ever going to want kids. Marriage is definitely on the cards, though. He'd look handsome in a tux.

- He'd definitely benefit from a pet of some kind. I know he has Alpine in the comics, but I do think a dog would benefit him. Not a puppy, but a rescue. Something he can focus his attention on, it offers comfort, gets him out the house a couple of times a day.

- It'd take some time, but once he lets his guard down again, his love language is touch. Touches you all the damn time. His hand on your back, your hips, in your back pocket. Linking his fingers with yours whenever you're close enough. Fiddling with your hair. Kissing your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth whenever you give him the chance.

and now onto the sexy stuff...

- I have a firm belief that this man is filthy. Fucks like he's feral. Sweaty, dirty, we're-definitely-going-to-hell type sex.

- I think after he's worked through some of his trauma, he's using that metal arm. The temperature play? He's into it. He likes to watch you gasp. Shiver. Shake.

- He's a grabber. He's so strong, he's leaving bruises wherever he's got a hold of you. Hips, ass, wrists. He'll apologise, at first. Later, he won't.

- Likes his hair pulled. Hard. Likes to toe the line between pain and pleasure. He likes that edge. Likes it when you bite him. Loves when you scratch your nails down his skin.

- Thrives on intimacy. Loves to be skin to skin with you. Wants every part of himself to be plastered to every part of you. Presses your foreheads together, swallows your moans straight into his mouth. Puts his mouth next to your ear so you get a front row seat to the delicious sounds he makes.

in conclusion, he's perfect, your honour.

please feel free to send me any opinions on these!! agree, disagree, expand.. if you send me a thought (feel free to get dirty ;)) I'll always expand and maybe write a little for it... <3

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dailyreverie · 1 year ago

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Keep me warm

@flufftober - Day 12 Fire & ice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 861

CW: Angst due to mentions of Bucky's past

Flufftober masterlist

If there was anything that you hated, was the thought of Bucky facing the cold. You knew how he played it off every time, always saying you are overreacting, but you knew him too well to know that his bones ached when the air got cold and that the chilly air against his face triggered memories he so desperately had tried to bury.

His mission had run longer than expected, he was supposed to be back hours ago and the temperature was dropping quickly, his phone was probably dead since he hadn’t made contact with you and you could only hope he was already on his way back - he had to be. Still, his unknown whereabouts were making you bite your nails as your gaze flickered from the TV to the door as your patience began to get thinner with every passing minute.

When the door unlocked and you got so much of a peak of his boots, you ran to him and dragged him inside, pulling him in a tight embrace where you felt the tension that had frozen his shoulders begin to disappear. “Hello to you too.” Bucky chuckled, watching you remove his gloves. His skin felt like ice, like the frost of a glass right before the liquid turned solid, like pressing your hands against a window when its cold outside.

“I know what you’re thinking.” Bucky said when you remained silent.

“That you are cold, that’s what I’m thinking.” You stayed firm, because you knew the minute you wavered around him, he would dismiss his own well-being. With his hand in yours you dragged him to the couch, maybe you didn’t have a fireplace but the nearby candles would have to work to warm him up.

“I’m oka-”

“Don’t say you are okay, I can feel you shaking.” You warned, looking into his eyes again. That’s when Bucky saw the concern. As you dragged candles close to his hands and rubbed his flesh hand in between yours, Bucky studied your caring moves that tried to bring some warmth back to him.

“Doll,” Bucky searched for your eyes, tipping his head to find them as they were busy looking at your hands. He called your name, and when you dropped his hands softly on the couch and averted your gaze to the side, he knew there was more to it. “Talk to me, please.” He urged.

“It’s ridiculous.” Your voice cracked.

“It’s not ridiculous if you are concerned about it.” He didn’t want to push you, but seeing you in such distress was making his stomach turn with worry.

“I just- I hate the idea of you being cold.” You confessed, your fingers fidgeting with each other as you did. “You were cold for a while.” Your voice was softer, not knowing Bucky’s reaction to your confession.

“I was cold for a while, baby. But not anymore, I promise.” His thumb tilted your chin up, the sadness in your eyes unexpectedly making him smile in pure adoration to you.

“I’ve seen you shaking at night when it gets cold, and the way your shoulder hurts too.” You tried pushing him away, suddenly feeling self-aware of the situation you had dragged yourself to.

“Oh, doll.” Bucky whispered, his heart filling with warmth when he saw where your anguish was coming from.

“I told you it was ridiculous.”

“Look at me,” You did as he said, reluctantly so. When you met his eyes you couldn’t stop your hands from cupping his face; your touch felt like fire, not the kind that burns you, but the kind that warms the wood on a fireplace and keeps a home cozy, the kind that ignites a fire inside Bucky every time he realizes time and time again how much you love him.

Turning his head sideways he kissed the palm of your hand, not breaking eye contact with you. “It’s true that I hate the cold, I’ve always hated it, but what you are saying is far from ridiculous.”

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin, and the affection in his eyes never left. He lingered like that for a second, holding the space between you for a couple of seconds. “No one had cared for me the way you do, baby. You keep me warm, and every day you help me feel a little bit less cold than the last.”

You felt your heart swell with love for the man before you. The candles flickered, casting warm, dancing shadows against his soft skin and around the room that now smelled like cinnamon and sugar.

He pressed his lips to yours, your fingertips traveling around his neck to keep him there, close to you with a kiss filled with gratitude and love; as your lips met his, you realized that this warmth, this love, was all you needed to banish the cold that had haunted Bucky for so long. You got lost in the kiss as it proved to make you both warm, Bucky taking no time to pull you under him to deepen the kiss, his hands exploring your body seeking the heat of your skin next to his.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year ago

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Gatorbites-imagines kinktober 2023

I can’t remember my stories from last year, so if any are similar its honestly a mistake, I cant be bothered to go back and check them all.

Like last year I can’t promise ill post consistently every day, but I’ll do my best to do so, or just getting all my prompts filled out.

I used a randomizer to put these together. Feel free to write any of these or use any of my prompts, if you do, please tag me, I’d love to read them.

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Astarion Ancunin + Bloodplay

Michael Myers + Drugged and/or captured

Hal Jordan + Size difference

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + Uniform Kink

Clark Kent + Alien Biology

Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling and sparring

Simon “Ghost” Riley + Gun and/or Knifeplay

Roy Harper + Musk and/or Sweat

Miguel O'Hara + Aphrodisiacs

James Bucky Barnes + Choking and breathplay

Roronoa Zoro + Cumplay (snowballing, felching, etc)

Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante + Bondage/Shibari

Conner Kent + Breeding and/or excessive cum

Stu Macher + Edging and/or milking

Jason Todd + Leather or Latex

Homelander/John Gillman + Cock warming

Steve Rogers + Title Kink (daddy, sir, etc)

Din Djarin + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos, etc)

Guy Gardner + Semi-public or Exhibitionism

Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play

Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley + Omegaverse

Dick Grayson + Prostate massage/torture

Tyler Durden and Jack "The Narrator" + Masks and helmets

Aaron Davis + Reunion sex

Sanji Vinsmoke + Dry Humping and/or frottage

Bruce Wayne + cock cages

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

John “Soap” MacTavish + Muscle/Body worship

Tim Drake + Rimming

Boba Fett + Oral Fixation

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chvoswxtch · 1 month ago

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court's 12 days of slutmas

welcome! below you will find my slutty lil advent calendar full of kinky surprises. everyday for the next 12 days, a new blurb will be unwrapped. i'm not telling you who's involved, or what's involved, that's the fun of it ;)

as a reminder, this is an 18+ event. there will be explicit sexual content in every blurb. proceed at your own comfort level. if something isn't for you, skip it. you're not gonna hurt my feelings, i promise

feel free to check back in here everyday for the next surprise, or if you'd like to be notified, you can join my naughty list here

happy slutmas! ✨

☾ day one

»— thigh riding with bucky barnes

☾ day two

»— voyeurism with jessica jones

☾ day three

»— semi-public blowjob with aaron hotchner

☾ day four

»— roleplay with dinah madani

☾ day five

»— brat taming with logan howlett

☾ day six

»— lessons in cunnilingus with derek morgan & spencer reid

☾ day seven

»— public fingering with karen page

☾ day eight

»— orgasm denial with billy butcher

☾ day nine

»— temperature play with elektra natchios

☾ day ten

»— sex tape with billy russo

☾ day eleven

»— strap on sex with emily prentiss

☾ day twelve

»— sensory deprivation & double penetration with matt murdock & frank castle

#court's 12 days of slutmas masterlist #court's 12 days of slutmas

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drabblesandsnippets · 1 month ago

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Imagine... (‘this snowmaze seemed fun until I got lost’)

Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader

December Daze Challenge - Day 11 - @the-slumberparty

Warnings: (500w) Established relationship. Oral (m), fingering (f)

Imagine going on vacation to a ski resort with Bucky. No actual skiing would take place, most of your time spent in your luxurious hotel room instead, both of you wearing as little as possible. When you do venture outside, it doesn’t take much exploring before you’re unable to keep your hands off each other and you’re dragged back to your room, much to your delight. Your only request is to visit the infamous snow maze before you leave, your competitive streak leading you to come up with the brilliant plan of racing Bucky to the end, as if you have any chance of beating him. He humors you, taking you on one of the last evenings there, the setting sun and Closed sign doing little to discourage either of you from sneaking in. To make things fair, Bucky starts at the exit while you begin at the entrance, the two of you sharing one last kiss before he resecures your scarf to send you on your way. The first deadend you encounter does little to deter you, but your third starts to plant seeds of doubt, and by the fifth, you’re starting to wish you had opted for a romantic stroll instead. You’re finally ready to call it when a long winding path leads you to another deadend, the dropping temperature starting to seep through your gloves. Before you can even formulate a plan, Bucky’s teasing voice is ringing out that he found you, his previously silent footsteps now heavily making their way towards you. At your laughing reminder that he was supposed to be trying to find his way out, he rounds the corner with a smirk, announcing, “Oh no, I was playing hide and seek.” There was never any intention of letting you navigate the entire maze on your own, and now that he has you alone, there’s nothing stopping him from making the most of it. A heavy makeout session leads to you sinking to your knees to properly thank him for rescuing you, your gloved hands remaining on his thighs to encourage his thrusts, each slide of his cock along your tongue causing your core to throb with arousal. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to succumb to the pleasure, the sight of your teary gaze as he fucks your throat sending him over the edge with a groan of your name. And the moment you’re swallowing his release, he’s pulling you up, crashing his lips against yours, his hand finding its way past the barrier of your pants, intent on relieving the ache burning inside of you. With the taste of him still on your tongue, and the thrill of being outside, all you need is a bit of pressure and his fingers stretching you and you’re soaring, crying out his name. As soon as you’re finally able to breathe, he’s quickly leading you out of the maze and back to the hotel, needing to hear you scream his name even louder.

Day 10 | Imagine... Masterlist | Day 12

Banners by @cafekitsune - Divider by @bernardsbendystraws

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hungermakesmonsters · 3 months ago

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Devotion & Desire

Chapter Six

Plot summary : When you, a lone omega, move in across the hall from alpha Bucky Barnes, he knows that his life is about to get a lot more complicated, but he has no idea just how much you’re going to turn his life upside down. You’re both devoted to fixing your past mistakes, but will desire for something more get the better of you?

Pairing : Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Story Rating : R

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] All chapters will contain the usual omegaverse and A/B/O tropes, and explicit smut. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story.

Word Count : 5.7k

A/N : Please don't hate me for the ending 😅

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE

MASTER LIST

Chapter Six

Everything had changed, though neither of you wanted to admit it.

Bucky lingered close to you, staying in the room with you as you slept. Instead of continuing to look for the men who’d tried to kidnap you, his attention became entirely fixed on you. When you’d stir, he’d softly brush your hair from your face and check your temperature, when you were too hot he’d press the cold washcloth to your cheeks and forehead.

Every time pain or fever woke you, he’d make sure you had something to drink, before sitting with you, stroking your hair and muttering softly until you fell asleep.

And, when you needed more than that, he was more than ready to give it to you.

You were left feeling like something had given inside you, broken even. The walls that you’d put up to protect yourself and the space that you’d tried to maintain all came crumbling down around you. Instead of sharp words, you were gentle with him, thanking him for his help and leaning into his every touch.

There was no telling if it was simply your biological desire to submit to an alpha or something deeper at play and, honestly, you were too exhausted to even think about it. All you knew was that Bucky was there and he was taking care of you. He was keeping you alive.

As predicted, your heat continued to get worse. The pain soon returned and you knew that nothing but Bucky could help you through the pain. “Bucky?” Your voice came out as a quiet, sleepy rasp in the dim light of the bedroom, the sun slowly starting to rise beyond the curtains.

Your vision blurred from the fever and your whole body tensed as your abdomen started to cramp. He was laid on the floor but you couldn’t tell if he was sleeping. For a solitary gut-wrenching second you feared that he was ignoring you.

“Bucky?” You said again, but your voice was still too quiet to rouse him. Leaning, you tried to reach for him, misjudging the distance and tumbling out of bed. You landed on your side beside him, the impact causing the pain you were feeling to increase tenfold. But the noise of you hitting the floor was enough to pull him from his sleep.

“Mouse?” He said, worry and confusion warring in his voice as he looked at you, trying to make sense of what was going on.

There was no time to explain, you needed him.

A clumsy hand ran down his body to his boxers, brazenly slipping beneath the waistband to grasp his cock. You felt the immediate reaction, the way he twitched before you even started to stroke him. Bucky let out a groan, momentarily taken aback by what was happening, as if some part of him thought that he was still dreaming.

Until you let out a pained sound.

“Bucky,” you said, the desperation and urgency in your voice telling him exactly what you needed.

“Okay,” he said, sitting up, “let me get you back into -”

“No, now... please...”

You pulled your hand from his boxers and got onto your hands and knees for him, not caring that you were on the hard floor. Right then, you didn’t care about anything other than Bucky taking away your pain and making you feel good.

(Because, whatever you may have wanted to tell yourself, it did feel good and you wanted it more than you dared admit to Bucky.)

He quickly moved behind you, his boxers pushed down his thighs. He pulled your slick-soaked panties to the side and surprised you by sinking two of his vibranium fingers into you. “Bucky,” you keened, pressing yourself back against his hand, knowing that it wouldn’t be enough.

“I know,” he said softly, “but I don’t want to hurt you.” “It’s not that big,” you muttered, glancing over your shoulder and flashing him a weak smile.

Yesterday, making a joke like that would have seemed unthinkable or the comment would have been made with venom and bile. It was another example of how you’d softened in such a short time, and the huff of laughter that Bucky allowed to escape his lips was sign enough that he’d softened too.

“Oh, really?” He asked, twisting his wrist so his fingers turned as they thrust inside you like he was trying to prove a point. You start to answer but you lost whatever you wanted to say to the low moan that escaped you.

“What was that?” Bucky asked, holding back a laugh.

It continued on like that for a few minutes, Bucky’s fingers pushing you to the very brink of your sanity, but they weren’t enough to push you over.

When he was satisfied you were ready and that he wouldn't cause you any discomfort, he pulled back his fingers and you felt him press closer to you. A soft, needy sound spilled from your lips when he dragged the tip of his cock between your folds.

“Please, Bucky,” you whined.

“Please, What?” He asked in a low voice, sounding barely in control as he continued to tease you, letting you take the tip of his cock before pulling back out.

You could tell without looking at him that he was enjoying himself, but you didn’t dare think about why. It didn’t matter, you reminded yourself, it was just biology. You were both just taking care of your biological needs.

“Fuck me,” you said, begging with a neediness you’d never known before.

And, again, you didn’t dare consider why.

He sank into you slowly, groaning and muttering about how much easier it was compared to the first time. Your head dropped onto his pillow, his scent immediately filling your nostrils as you tried to muffle some of the desperate and mindless sounds that escaped you.

Bucky started slowly, making sure you could feel every inch of him in a way that you hadn’t the first time.

You kept your head down as he started to move, his thrusts slowly getting faster, more purposeful, pushing you higher and higher, towards ecstasy. You came easily, your arms almost giving out beneath you. If it weren’t for Bucky’s vibranium arm wrapping around your waist, you would have fallen forward.

His dog tags tickled your back as he slowly leaned over you, trailing kisses up yourspine, along your shoulders and neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. You could hear every grunt and breathy moan that spilled from his lips, and the press of his tongue against your gland was enough to make you cry out.

When his lips reached your jaw, you realised that he was trying to kiss you, that he wanted you to lift your head for him. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

As much as you wanted to give in to him, to let him give and let him take everything he wanted, you were scared of losing yourself in the moment, of giving yourself up to him in ways that you might regret later.

Bucky got the hint and quickly returned his lips to your neck, kissing and sucking, urging you towards another orgasm. His name fell from your lips as you fell apart for him again. It was enough to have you trembling in his arms, completely boneless and exhausted, your needs sated again. At least, for a little while.

He gently let you go, laying you on the floor as he pulled out and came into a tissue. Then he lowered himself to lay beside you, his fingers softly brushing your hair away from your face.

“You okay?”

All you could do was nod, sparks of pleasure still shooting through your body as you lost yourself in his blue eyes.

His fingers continued to stroke your hair, and he smiled as he watched you slowly start to relax again. It was almost as if he was enjoying taking care of you - a confusing thought that brought a frown to your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s... it’s just biology, right?” You dared to ask, not sure what you wanted his answer to be.

Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, an unreadable expression on his face. “Yeah, it’s just biology.”

For a few more seconds, he stayed where he was, tenderly soothing you, staring into your eyes like he was searching for something there. It was strange, nothing you’d experienced with him before, and it caused a terrible sinking sensation in your stomach. The more you thought about it, the more you found yourself wondering how you would have reacted if he’d told you that it wasn’t just biology.

You let him lift you back onto the bed and kept your eyes fixed on him as he checked your temperature and made you drink a whole bottle of water. It was almost as if he was suddenly a different man to the one who’d just been inside you, the man who couldn’t keep his lips and hands off you.

Before he could pull away from you, you leaned against his side, resting your head on his shoulder. You weren’t sure what it was that possessed you to do it, but you wanted him to stay close. Biology or not, being with him made you feel better, and you couldn’t stand how distant he suddenly seemed.

Bucky let his own head rest on top of yours and you heard him let out a slow sigh.

“What’s gonna happen?” You asked quietly. “If you can’t find the people after me,” you avoided saying the name Rumlow, “what then?”

“We’ll find them,” Bucky answered, not missing a beat. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll make sure that you’re safe.”

“I mean, what about... after... after all of this?”

He looked at you, confused for a moment until he finally understood what you were trying to ask; what was going to happen after your heat if Rumlow hadn’t been found. Bucky seemed to hesitate, his mouth opening and then closing, as if he had to rethink the initial answer that he wanted to give.

“Like I said, I’ll keep you safe.”

“But, I...” you trailed off, not even sure what you wanted to say.

It was going to be awkward - how could it not be after everything that had happened between you?

When your heat was over, everything would change. There would be no more comfort to be found, no excuse to press yourself into his side, no reason for him to tenderly stroke your hair until you fell asleep.

Because it was just biology.

He was only helping you because you were an omega, because you were too weak and pathetic to look after yourself.

“Have you thought any more about...” Bucky started, then hesitated. You felt him tense against you.

“What?”

“What we agreed to, I guess...” he said with a sigh. “I said I’d look after you through your heat and deal with the guys who are after you, then if you still wanted revenge for your brother you could have it.”

Your blood ran cold at the thought. You didn’t want to think about it. You couldn’t. No matter what you said or did, it was going to hurt; you could either betray your brother's memory and the promise you’d made to yourself years ago, or you could kill the person who’d cared for you and made you feel safe, the man that you were starting to care for.

“I...” the word left you as little more than a choked sound.

“Forget I asked,” Bucky said before you had time to formulate an answer.

“No, it’s not -” you tried again, “- I don’t want to… I mean, I know it wasn’t you. I just...”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it.”

There was something in his voice that you didn’t like, something resigned, like he’d already made up his mind about you and about what you were going to do. And it pissed you off. You hated that you could let him get so close to you when he obviously hadn’t learned anything about you.

“Don’t do that,” you said, pulling away from his side, “don’t act like I’m supposed to have some easy answer for you and then shut the conversation down when you don’t get it.”

Bucky looked taken aback, but you could see the resignation on his face. He didn’t say anything, he just offered you a shrug, gesturing you to continue.

“I don’t know what I want anymore, Bucky,” you confessed, forcing yourself to hold his gaze no matter how awkward it felt. “I don’t think you’re the man who killed my brother and I - I don’t blame you for what happened. But, you have to understand that this is all I’ve known for the last fifteen years. I don’t know what comes after this, and I don’t know how I go on knowing that I couldn’t get revenge for Ryan...”

At some point tears had started to spill and, the second you noticed them, you were angrily scrubbing at your cheeks.

“This is all I have. This has been my whole life. I gave up so much and I - I can’t even...”

It felt like the world was crashing down around you. Forced to realise that the last fifteen years had been a waste, that your years trapped with Rumlow had been meaningless, you felt a desperate sort of emptiness that you hadn’t felt since losing your brother. There was nothing left for you.

Before you knew what was happening, Bucky’s arms were around you, holding you tight. He muttered softly in your ear, telling you that it was alright, that everything would be okay.

“I don’t have anything left,” you murmured, hiding your face against his chest as tears continued to fall.

“You do,” he said softly, “you have people who care about you.”

You shook your head but didn’t have the heart to argue with him and explain, again, why he was wrong. The people who cared about you, the ‘friends’ that you had made, none of them knew the real you, and you were certain that none of them would accept the real you.

A few months ago, you would have been fine with the thought of being alone, but after spending so much time with Bucky, and with Nikki and Jade and all your friends at Gracie’s Diner, you knew you didn't want to go back to that.

Bucky continued to hold you as you silently wept and, after a while you managed to calm down, apologising to him and blaming your outburst on your raging hormones, instead of owning up to the uncomfortable feelings that were brewing inside of you. Lying was for the best; to Bucky this was just biology at play, he didn’t need to know that some part of you was starting to wish it was more.

Eventually he managed to untangle himself for you to go fetch you some breakfast but, by the time he came back, you were lost to the throes of your heat again, your body trembling with the intensity of it.

You tried to hide it from him, but that didn’t last. He’d come to know you too well, at least well enough to tell when you were trying to hide your pain from him.

He helped you up onto your hands and knees and quickly settled himself behind you.

It seemed like every time he touched you, fucked you, Bucky learned something new, some way of pleasuing you that he’d use the next time around. He was attentive and he cared about your pleasure and -

Fuck.

Every time you let him touch you, you felt yourself slipping deeper and deeper into feelings that you knew you couldn’t have. You were just some helpless little omega to him, that was the only reason why he was helping you; he pitied you and he felt remorse for killing your brother. That was it. That was all.

Three orgasms later, you collapsed on your side, panting for breath.

Fortunately, the cereal he’d brought you was still edible and you managed to eat about half of it before you started feeling too exhausted to go on. While you abandoned the bowl to the nightstand, Bucky started to fuss you, taking your temperature again.

“It’s getting worse,” he said, managing to sound both worried and frustrated.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to -”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” he interrupted before you could even think of trying to get rid of him. He hesitated for a second, his voice lowering a little as he continued. “It’s not me I’m worried about, mouse.”

You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat to say something, to tell him that he didn’t need to worry. Part of you was struggling to believe that he was worried in the first place. It didn’t make sense. People didn’t worry about you.

It was easy to get lost in feelings of self-loathing, thinking yourself a burden, nothing more than a weak and pathetic omega. You hated feeling that way, you hated the way your heat and your omega status defined you in that moment.

“Hey,” Bucky said, pulling you from your thoughts. You realised that he’d been talking while you’d been lost in your thoughts. “You understand that, right? That I’m worried about you? That I don’t want anything bad to happen to you?”

“I get it,” you said, nodding.

“I’m gonna stay here with you in case you need me.”

“What about -”

“Sam’s got his best guy trying to track Rumlow down, don’t worry about it,” he said softly. “I’m not going anywhere when you still need me.”

Again, you nodded.

“We’ll get through this,” he told you.

We.

Bucky tried to give you some space and tried not to hover around you, but after the third time you’d called him to you, he decided to stay exactly where he was, collapsed on the bed beside you. It seemed that you’d managed to wear the super soldier out and that was definitely saying something.

For a time you’d managed to sleep beside him, lulled to sleep by his hand tenderly stroking your hair. After you’d drifted off, Bucky must have closed his eyes because, now, he was dozing beside you. He looked so peaceful and, after what you’d put him through over the last few days, he needed a rest, but the pain of your heat started to grip you again and you knew you needed him.

Instead of waking him, you crawled onto his lap and started to rock your hips, pausing only for a second as he woke up. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, your hips still moving.

“It’s okay, mouse,” he answered softly, his cold vibranium hand finding your waist. “Do you want to -”

“No.”

You didn’t want to turn around a present yourself like an omega, you didn’t want to pull away from him and lose the feel of his body against your for even a second. Especially not when you felt him start to get hard. His eyes met yours and you found yourself getting lost in their blue depths again.

Bucky helped you lift yourself, gripping the base of his cock with his flesh hand and holding it stead for you to sink down.

You heard his breath hitch in a way you hadn’t before, his eyes seeming to take in every flicker of emotion to cross your face as you lowered yourself onto him.

It felt different this time - it was the position, the fact that you were on top and in control. It had nothing to do with the fact that you could see his face or that he was holding you instead or gripping you.

Pausing once you'd taken him all, you rocked your hips again. You weren't sure you'd ever get used to the feeling of him filling you, and you weren't sure you wanted to. You’d started to love the ache and the way your body strained around him. It was like he was made for you, though you hated that thought the moment you’d had it.

Your hands gripped his shoulders and, for the first time, you found yourself really taking in the sight of him, his broad chest, the dog tags that hung around his neck and - oh. The scarring on his shoulder. Your hand pulled away from that shoulder, scared of causing him any discomfort, even though you knew that his injuries were decades old.

“Hey,” he said softly, his soft, warm hand cupping your cheek. Your eyes found his again and he offered a gentle smile, noticing your concern. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

Was he? Could he ever be?

You didn’t know where any of those thoughts or feelings were coming from, and you knew they’d cause you nothing but problems. But you didn’t care. Things like common sense and self-preservation didn’t matter in that moment, all you could think about was his pain and how you didn’t want him to be in pain.

“Hey,” he said again, holding you tighter as he leaned in to kiss you, pulling you out of your spiralling thoughts.

The strange thoughts seemed to disappear with his kiss and everything just felt... right.

You moved slowly, savouring the sensations instead of racing for the finish line, allowing yourself to enjoy it instead of seeing it as a means to an end. And, somehow, it felt even better that way. His cold metal hand found your hip and helped your movements but he let you stay in control, the whole time keeping his eyes on yours.

As you took what you needed from him, Bucky placed his hand on your inner thigh and slowly started to tease your clit with his thumb. You barely even realised that it was the first time he'd touched you with that hand, instead of his vibranium one.

Your fingers ended up in his hair, your gaze holding his as you rode him, your mouth hung open and little moans spilling freely out of you.

Bucky bit his lip and just the sight of it caused you to clench around him, making you feel like you were losing your mind.

As your first orgasm hit, your head fell back and you moaned his name, over and over, barely noticing that he had started to move beneath you, thrusting up into you as your body trembled.

Bucky seemed to come to life beneath you, pulling you close and seizing your lips in another desperate kiss. You were still in control, but Bucky was now an active participant. When the kiss broke, his fingers brushed back your hair so he could see you, making the moment feel even more intimate.

You felt your cheeks warm as he looked at you, watching as every upward snap of his hips forced a gasp from your lips.

Without thought, you tugged on his hair, pulling him towards your neck. Moans soon began to spill from you as he kissed your gland and lost himself in your scent, before starting to trail lower.

You gasped at the feeling of his lips on your chest, his tongue lapping at hardened nipples before starting to suck. Even though you’d fucked more times in the last twenty-four hours than you could remember, it felt like the first time again. And, now that he could see you, touch you, Bucky was taking full advantage.

And you were letting him.

You were enjoying letting him.

Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer, loving the feel of his lips on your chest, and the way he made every kiss and touch feel like an act of worship.

“Bucky!” You cried, your inner walls spasming as you started to come again.

As you came, his lips crashed against yours again, his tongue eagerly meeting yours as he swallowed down your moans.

Whatever this was, whatever was happening between the two of you, you didn’t want it to end. You both kept moving, kissing, fucking, hands exploring each other in new ways, both completely lost to the other. You gave in to your every want and desire, letting yourself hope that maybe this really could be real, that he could actually care.

“Mouse...” he warned, sounding surprisingly breathless.

Later, you’d tell yourself that you didn’t hear his warning, or that you were too out of it to think about anything other than how good you felt. But, really, you didn’t want to stop, you didn’t want the moment to be unfinished.

Your hands moved along his shoulders and up to his neck, fingertips grazing over his gland, allowing yourself to touch him in such an intimate way. Before you could even think, his hand was on the back of your neck, pulling you closer and claiming your lips again. A deep groan vibrated through his chest and you felt him start to pulse and spill hot inside you, the sensation was enough to push you into another orgasm, causing your walls to eagerly squeeze around his cock.

His lips pulled from your as he panted and groaned. Instinctively you angled your head, offering him access to your gland which he took without hesitation. Your mind, instead of racing, went surprisingly silent, as if you knew without doubt that you wanted his mark.

“Good little omega,” he muttered, his lips and tongue causing your body to shudder even more than it already was, but his words and the press of teeth against your gland brought you back to your senses.

Your heart stopped and the moment shattered around you.

“No!” You cried out

You pushed him back, scrambling off his lap and away from his grasp, hating yourself for what you’d almost let happen.

“Mouse, I -” Bucky started and stopped, seemingly frozen in shock as you staggered out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Your chest tightened and your heart started to race, overwhelmed with what had just happened and what you’d almost allowed to happen. You’d let him come inside you - just the feeling of it running down your thighs had you panicking - and you’d almost let him give you a claiming bite. But it was his words more than anything that had your stomach twisting.

You weren’t just some good little omega. Not for Bucky. Not for anyone. You’d never be a good little omega.

The words played over and over in your head, seeming to get louder with each and every repeat.

Good.

Little.

Omega.

That was all you were to him. An omega.

A weak, pathetic omega.

(That’s all you were to anyone.)

How could you have been so stupid? How could you have let yourself trust him and get swept up in the moment? He was an alpha just like all the others, he didn’t want you, he just wanted an omega to claim as his own.

As you braced your back against the locked door, you realised that your cheeks were wet with tears and the pain you felt had nothing to do with your heat. With three little words, he’d managed to break you completely. You couldn’t breathe, your legs were shaking so much that you crumpled to the floor, your hand covering your mouth to suppress your sobs.

“Mouse?” He said softly, his voice barely audible through the door. “I -”

Bucky fell silent and you felt the door shift a little, as if he was leaning on the other side. There was a sigh and, against your will, you found yourself picturing the look on his face, that awful pained expression that he got when he said the wrong thing or realised that he’d fucked up. It made your heart ache all the more.

“I - I’m sorry, I thought that you -” he stopped himself again. He sounded so lost, so conflicted, like he didn’t understand what had happened and why you’d run.

(Of course he didn’t, he was an alpha, he wasn’t used to omegas telling him no.)

Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, to explain it to him, knowing that if you tried he’d hear the awful, gut-wrenching sobs that you were only just managing to hold back.

A minute passed in silence. Then you heard another sigh.

“I - I’m gonna go,” he said, his voice catching awkwardly. “I’ll go see if I can help Sam track down Rumlow. I’m - fuck - I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip to keep from answering him, from saying anything that might make him stay. Pressing your ear to the bathroom door, you waited a few minutes before you heard the front door to the apartment open and close.

A desperate sob escaped you at the thought you were completely alone again, that he’d left you, given up on you.It was what you wanted, but it still hurt so much.

After a few minutes, you forced yourself to stand, knowing that you couldn’t just stay there, on the bathroom floor, or in the apartment. You needed to go, needed to leave before Bucky got back. You needed to do the only thing you knew how to do; run.

You cleaned yourself up and rushed to the bedroom, dressing in some of the clothes Sam had brought for you before pulling on Bucky’s hoodie, hoping that his scent would help soothe the symptoms of your heat long enough for you to get somewhere safe. Not that you had anywhere safe to go to.

(But staying wasn’t safe either.)

You kept hearing those words in your head, kept thinking about the way he’d looked at you, the way he’d kissed you. It was all messed up, all ruined. You couldn’t stay, couldn’t be near him, knowing that he only saw you as an omega.

All your things were back at your apartment - if you could just get your phone, you’d be fine, you’d be able to check into a cheap hotel and wait out your heat. Surely Brock’s men weren’t still watching, surely they’d given up on you going back by now. You rummaged through Bucky’s backpack and found a few dollars, hopefully enough to get you back home.

Pulling your hood up, you stepped out of the apartment and shut the door behind you.

With slow deep breaths, made your way out of the building and onto the street. You got a few strange looks from passersby, no doubt because you were a frail little omega wrapped up in an alpha’s overly large hoodie. At least, you hoped that was what it was. You didn’t want to think about how any nearby alpha might be able to smell your heat.

You frantically flagged down a taxi, and managed to fall into the backseat.

“Hey, you okay?” The driver asked, turning in his seat so he could look at you.

“I’m fine,” you said, though you sounded anything but fine. “West 116th please.”

“Yeah, uh, sure thing,” he turned and started to drive, keeping an eye on you through the rearview mirror. He was silent for a few minutes, until he noticed you squirming. “I hope you don’t think I’m outta line here but... you’ve got your heat right? Looks pretty bad to me - my wife, she’s an omega, and she gets it pretty bad too.”

“I’m just trying to get home,” you told him.

“You got someone waiting for you? Someone to look after you?” He asked and, then, almost winced when you visibly tensed in fear. “Hey-hey, I’m not... I’m not trying to say that - I just mean, you’re not looking great and I don’t mind taking you to the hospital if you need it. They’ve got one of those Emergency Omega Centers now.”

The thought of going to an EOC and being glared at by doctors and nurses caused your blood to run cold, stirring up memories of your childhood and your first few heats. It made you feel sick just thinking about it.

You quickly shook your head. “No. No hospital. I’ve got... friends to help me.”

The taxi driver didn’t look like he believed it but, ahead, you could already see your apartment building, and you were certain that you could reach it on foot if you had to.

Less than a minute later, the diver was getting out of the taxi and opening the door for you, even going as far as helping you out of the cab. And, when you tried to pay him, he refused.

“If my wife was in your position, I’d want people to be kind to her,” he explained.

All you could do was nod. You wanted to thank him, wanted to say something, but your fever was spiking again and you needed to get inside.

Instead of heading for the door, you slipped around the side of the building, hoping that you’d have the strength to make it up the fire escape and into your apartment. Once you had your phone and some clean clothes, maybe you’d rest, just nap for a few minutes before figuring out your next move. Every time you blinked you found your eyes closing for a little longer. Your feet dragged as you walked down the alleyway. Bucky’s hoodie suddenly felt stifling on you, but you didn’t have the strength to take it off and you didn’t want to lose the warm embrace of his scent wrapped around you.

You reached the ladder and needed to cling to it for support, your legs trembling beneath you. Your head lolled forward, pressing against a cold metal run. For a few seconds, you closed your eyes, feeling like you could fall asleep on your feet.

“Hello, sweetheart,” a voice echoed through the alleyway.

Your eyes struggled to focus, but you didn’t need to be able to see him clearly to know exactly who he was and what he wanted with you.

Your stomach dropped.

Brock Rumlow.

End Note : Okay, this one might have skewed more towards just the smut... and I'm sorry about the cliffhanger ending to this one. Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!

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doumadono · 1 year ago

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I'm thrilled to reveal my first-ever Kinktober collaboration event hosted by me, Doumadono, and my second writing blog, Thepaperpanda

After the huge success of my inaugural Kinktober event last year, conducted on ThePaperPanda, I've opted to explore a fresh concept this year. With this notion in mind, I contacted the writers I hold in high regard, inviting them to partake in a playful exploration of lust and desire. To my astonishment, the response was overwhelmingly positive, and I am deeply honored to have such exceptional writers participating in this little project. I want to express my deep thanks to all the writers who are participating. Having each and every one of you on board brings me great joy and satisfaction ♡

Essential information

♡ This Masterpost has been prepared to function as an informational leaflet, providing comprehensive details about the upcoming collaboration event

♡ The Masterlist will undergo updates as soon as the works are posted

♡ All works will be NSFW 🔞

♡ Our event-specific tag will be applied to all works: #kinktobercollab‘23

♡ This is a multifandom event

♡ Within this collaborative event, you'll discover a variety of stories, including headcanons, blurbs, drabbles, and full-length fictions

♡ The event will include various pairings (such as KiriBaku, ShigaDabi, etc.)

♡ Below, following the cut, you can find the complete list of prompts, characters, and writers participating in the Kinktober 2023 Collaboration

♡ Reblog to help spread the word!

♡ day 1 - blow job | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

♡ day 2 - overstimulation | Bakugo | @doumadono

♡ day 3 - dry humping | Atsumu Miya | @doumadono

♡ day 4 - maid | Dabi | @dabihawksluva

♡ day 5 - bukkake | KiriBaku & ShigaDabi | @doumadono

♡ day 6 - orgasm denial | Levi Ackerman | @mrskokushibo

♡ day 7 - sensory deprivation | Douma | @muzansfangs

♡ day 8 - drunk sex | Bucky Barnes | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 9 - leash | Sukuna | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 10 - shibari | Douma | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 11 - creampie | Shigaraki | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 12 - break

♡ day 13 - mirror | Hawks | @kyojurismo

♡ day 14 - daddy kink | Jake Lockley | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 15 - hair pulling | Akaza Douma Kokushibo | @sanriokamabodo

♡ day 16 - morning sex | Neuvillette | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 17 - spanking | Kotaro Bokuto | @doumadono

♡ day 18 - temperature play | Dabi | @dabislittlemouse

♡ day 19 - break

♡ day 20 - break

♡ day 21 - angry sex | Bakugo | @mrskokushibo

♡ day 22 - oral sex | Sae Itoshi | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 23 - rough sex & praise kink | Lucifer | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 24 - dirty talk & finger fucking | ShibaDabi | @lifeform286

♡ day 25 - breeding kink | Dabi | @sillakits

♡ day 26 - love triangles | KiriBaku | @kyojurismo

♡ day 27 - period sex | Bakugo | @thepaperpanda

♡ day 28 - lingerie | Shigaraki | @misafiryanki

♡ day 29 - threesome | Erasermic | @gamergirl-niffler

♡ day 30 - torture | Dottore | @gamergirl-niffler

♡ day 31 - biting | Douma | @sanriokamabodo

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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Favorite trope: academic rivals to lovers

Kinks: temperature play, knives, "rope" play (or his tie or scarf 😏)

Hot and Cold

18+

God this is hottt afffff!! Yes Yes Yes to alll of thissss.

Warnings: Very sexy smut, dom Bucky, lots of fluff cause he might be a dick but he melts apart for his girl. Temperature place, knife play, he’s a menace, his tie is a menace

You were seething, glaring at at the tall brunette as he delivered his counter argument within record time, your professor declaring their team the winners of the debate. You huffed, packing you bags, the hairs on your neck standing up when you heard footsteps approaching you, his perfect polished shoes coming into your vision.

“What’s wrong cupcake?” He smirked down at you while you rolled your eyes, stuffing your pens and books into your bag. You decided to ignore him, hoping he’d shut up and walk away but when had you ever so lucky. You looked up to meet his icy blue eyes, a cocky smug expression his face, your annoyance fueling his ego.

Fuck him.

“Can’t take a little competition?” He sassed, while you turned on your heel to face him, unable to keep your mouth shut.

“Don’t call me that” You hissed, wanting to smack his pursued lips off his face, “And it’s not competition when you deliver a weak argument mere seconds before class ends”

“Weak?” Bucky scoffed, shaking his head while you continued out of the lecture hall, grumbling to yourself as he followed you, “I’m sorry, so Professor Stark must have been mistaken when he said you lost, in fact he must have misheard the whole debate since your team did so much better”

“You got lucky, there wasn’t anything impressive or revolutionary with what you said and we would have given you a rebuttal if class hadn’t ended. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d rather lick a city bus than continue speaking to you” You stormed off to the bus stop, your heels clicking on the pavement as you walked away.

Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and walking away to his car. Your eyes shot up at the obnoxious rev of an engine as his Audi r8 sped out of the parking lot, your skirt nearly flying up as he drove by.

Asshole.

As soon as you found a seat on the bus, you closed your eyes, letting out the breath you had been holding.

James Buchanan Barnes.

The absolute bane of your existence.

You were both finishing your final year in Law; he was your number one rival in the three years you knew him. There had been tension between you both from day 1. The both of you top of your classes, always finding ways to counter the others argument, finding ways to prove each other wrong, each trying to take over the other. You’d both compete for internships and work opportunities in an effort to prove who who truly more gifted.

What frustrated you more was you’d often both get hired for the job, given your combined impressive skill sets and work ethic. The problem was it only fueled your rivalry more, leading to heated disagreements at work, as if school alone wasn’t enough.

You found James to be an arrogant, self-centered, egotistical.

Likewise, he found you to be stubborn, frustrating, vain.

There was absolutely no middle ground with you both, constantly at each other throats, ready to pounce.

You had managed to avoid Bucky for a while after the last class, grateful for midterms that had started meaning there were fewer debates taking place and more studying. You thought you could see the light at the end of the tunnel, you only had to work on some reading and an up coming project. Everything was in the all clear.

That was until you were given your assigned pairing for your final project. You nearly ran out of class to throw up, glaring at the cocky brunet while he scoffed, clearly just as offended he had been paired with you.

Time couldn’t have possibly gone any slower as you counted down the minutes till the end of class, stomping down the lecture hall, only to be met with your professor holding up a hand to you both, stopping you before you could even speak.

“How could-

“Before either of you say another word, I can’t pair you with someone else. I’ve paired students up with those who are around the same academic level so that leaves you two”

“Then let me work on this independently-

“No. This is a paired project. No ones working on this individually so suck it up and start planning your assignment with Barnes”

You cursed under you breath, while he continued to pack away his things, leaving the lecture hall without sparing you a second look.

“Let’s go” Bucky didn’t even bother looking at you, looking straight a head of him as he started to leave the hall.

“Excuse me?” You frowned, trailing behind him as he continued down the corridor, towards the library. You nearly walked into his chest as he stopped abruptly, turning around to face you.

“I’m not fucking up my gpa because you have an ego. We’re going to the library. Now” and with that he continued down the hall. You bit your tongue, wordlessly following him, as much as you couldn't stand him, you were not about to let your gpa drop either.

2 weeks later

“The library closes in 5 minutes” The student worker mumbled as she walked by while you groaned, staring at the stack of papers you were yet to go through.

“There’s still so much shit we have to read” You rubbed your temples, skimming through another article.

“We could work at my place” Bucky shrugged, twirling a pen between his fingers, leaning back in his chair.

“And why do we need to go to your place” It was bad enough you had to spend all your free time with him but you were not about to work at his place now too.

“Because I have an actual office room, and proper place we can get work done, unless you have something better to officer princess” He challenged back, while you glared at him before glancing at the clock. You had to leave the library. Your tiny apartment was hardly a place someone could call livable let alone a space to work productively in.

“Fine” You gritted out, rolling your eyes at the satisfied smirk that crossed his lip as he closed his laptop.

“Good. Pack your things”

You stuffed your things in your bag, throwing on your coat before the both of you the only ones left on campus. You gripped your coat tighter feeling the cool night air nip your skin as you walked out to the parking lot; Bucky’s was the last car left.

“Get in cupcake” He cocked his head, unlocking the car doors and roaring the engine to life. The leather was cool against your skin, making you shiver, you felt a little inkling in your tummy with the acceleration of the car sending vibrations through your body.

“Compensating for something?” You couldn’t help but scoff at the way the exhaust rumbled each time he went faster as he sped down the empty streets. Cocky asshole.

“Don’t need to, you can see for yourself” His face was smug, clearly sure of himself while you shook your head, squeezing your thighs together.

“Arrogant” You mumbled under your breath, ignoring the way your stomach clenched, wiping away the image that tried to form in your mind, remaining silent for the rest of the ride.

“We’re here”

Your eyes grew wide at the large house Bucky pulled up to as he parked on the stone driveway. You wordlessly stepped out of the car, following behind him as he unlocked the door leading you inside.

“The office is upstairs” Bucky led you up stairs, taking you right down the hall to a large office room. The space was dark and cozy; books lining the walls with shelves that nearly reached the ceiling. There was a couch off to the side along with a large desk that was near the center. A coffee table sat on top of the plush rug near the couch, with a fire place near by.

As soon as he walked into the room, Bucky went straight for the crystal glasses that sat on the shelf, dropping a few ice cubes from a mini freezer that was tucked underneath the table. He grabbed the whisky bottle, pouring the dark liquid nearly to the rim, taking a long sip before setting the glass down and loosening his tie and rolling his sleeves up. He looked at you for a moment longer, a silent offering though you declined, setting your things by the couch and pulling your notes out.

You started to type up the paper on the couch while Bucky worked at his desk, making notes of key points and handing them to you. You let out a frustrated huff at the latest paper he handed you, unable to decipher half the words, spending more time decoding what he had written.

“I can’t read your stupid writing” You tossed down the notes Bucky had scribbled down, “It’s impossible to read”

“Didn’t know you struggled with reading too” Bucky didn’t even bother looking up at you, continuing to read through a paper, still sipping on his whisky.

“It’s not reading, its your writing, you write like a child” You shot back, grumbling under your breath, looking through the article to figure out what he had scratched down.

“And you act like one” His voice had dropped, his blue eyes flicking up to glare at you while you rolled your eyes, going back to typing the paper. You ignored the way his voice made your stomach flip, feeling warm under his gaze. You didn’t even bother looking through the new article he handed you, setting it onto the coffee table, continuing to type away.

“I don’t need your stupid notes or your help on this, I’ll work on this on my own while you work on your writing skills-”

“You’re a brat” He growled, his jaw clenching as he stalked towards you, shutting your laptop and ripping it out of your hands. You ignored the throbbed you felt between your legs as he towered over you, the scent of his cologne suddenly making you woozy, combined with the scent of the whisky he drank fanning off his breath.

“And? What if I am?” You hissed, not backing down from him. Bucky stared at you, between the way you always had something to say, your bare legs tucked underneath you, your tiny skirt riding up, almost exposing your panties, the scent of your perfume, your glasses perched on your nose, your sassy little mouth, he so badly just wanted to take you and- “What the fuck are you going to do Barnes?”

“I’ll show you exactly what I do to little girls that don’t know how to listen” He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, his eyes burning with something you couldn’t quite place, his pupils blown. Bucky grabbed you, hauling you over his shoulder, grabbing his drink as he walked out of the office and right to his bedroom, throwing you onto his bed. You felt your heart race, struggling to ignore the way your pussy was aching for him-

No.

Fuck him.

You chest heaved as he locked his eyes with you, setting his glass down before ripping his tie off.

“Hands above your head” His voice had dropped several octaves, making your nearly melt and comply but no. You’d never. You shrugged while he growled, straddling you and grapping your wrists, roping his tie around your hands, securing you to his headboard. You tried to tug your hands free, glaring while he smirked, unbuttoning his shirt while still on top of you. He tossed it off, coming down to your ear, his lips brushing by your lobe making you shiver.

“Told you I’d show you what I do to brats that don’t listen. Say Alpha if you want me to stop”

You nodded while he cupped your face again, squeezing your cheeks, making your lips pout.

“Use your words”

“Yes”

“Good girl”

You stopped breathing, blinking slowly at the dark ink that covered his arms and torso. It had never occurred to you that you’d never seen his sleeves rolled up or seen him in a regular t-shirt for that matter. The smug bastard was always in a perfect pressed shirt with a silk tie around his neck. Your eyes grew wide at the pocked knife he pulled out of his pocket, flicking the blade open.

“Quiet now, aren’t we cupcake” He mumbled, tracing the sharp tip of his switch blade from your forehead, down your nose, skimping past your lips and down to your neck. You could feel your heart race as he applied the slightest bit of pressure, smirking at how you tensed, “I’m surprised you trust me sweets” He whispered by your ear, pressing the knife into your skin, just enough for it to sting slightly.

“You won’t need this” He brought the knife to the buttons of your blouse, slicing upwards, sending the buttons flying to the floor. He slid the blade under the band of your bra, throwing it aside, his eyes raking up and down your exposed breasts. He pulled the zipper of your skirt down, pulling it off your legs before grabbing his knife again, cutting your panties off until you were completely bare on his bed. He tugged on the knot he secured around your wrist with his tie, humming in satisfaction at the whimper that slipped past your lips.

“Such a needy dirty little slut” He plucked the ice cube out of his whisky, sucking off the dark liquid that dripped off before straddling on top of you again, circling it around your nipple. You gasped at the icy sharp jolt that ran through your body, your hips bucking up as your nipples pebbled instantly, almost painfully hard as he continued to run the cube across your skin.

“So responsive, hm?” He let out a dark chuckle at the way your legs squirmed and squeezed together, soft whimpers dripping from your lips as he continued to glide the ice between the valley of your breasts down to your belly button. “Nothing to say now baby?”

You shook your head, your breaths getting heavier as he moved to kneel between your legs, spreading your knees apart with his, keeping you wide open for him. He dragged the cube down lower, swirling it around your pubic bone, watching you intently as you squirmed, your browed furrowed, eyes locked with his.

“Wonder how you’d feel if I played with this somewhere else...how about...here” He spread your folds apart with his fingers, letting the edge of the ice cube brush by your swollen clit, the sensation making you cry out. Your pussy throbbed, pulsing as he brushed by it again, your body feeling both hot and cold as he let the ice melt against your warm skin. He his knees kept your legs apart as he ran the ice cube through your folds, coating it in your slick, the sheets under you dampening from the water droplets and your arousal dripping out of you.

He smirked, pulling the ice away, loving the way it glistened with your wetness. You gasped at the way he popped the ice cube into his mouth, sucking your arousal off, moaning at the taste.

“Taste yourself princess” He smirked, running the ice through your fold again and pressing it against your lips, groaning as you parted your mouth to suck.

“Good girl” He whispered, pulling it away and letting the rest of it it melt on his tongue, swallowing the rest of the ice with a satisfied hum. He got off the bed, tugging his pants and brief off, his cock slapping against his stomach, resting heavy between his legs as he crawled back onto the bed.

“Brat” He loosened the tie around your wrists, flipping you around so you were on your kneed with your ass in the air. He brought your hands behind your back, tying them securely, holding your wrists with one hand, the other holding his cock, prodding against your entrance.

You whined, trying to push yourself back onto his cock, huffing at the dark chuckle he let out, pulling away each time you chased more of him.

“Needy now are we, always knew you were a desperate little whore” He growled, tugging at your wrists. “Just needed a cock to shut you up, huh”

You couldn’t help the steady stream of slick that poured out of you every time he opened his mouth, your pussy fluttering and aching.

“Open up for me cupcake” Bucky pressed the head of his cock against your fluttering entrance, his head thrown back at the way you were squeezed him already, your tight pussy struggling to accommodate his length. You moaned into the pillow, gasping as he gripped you harder.

“Still such a fucking brat, I told you to open up for me” Bucky hissed, shoving his cock in all the way as you gasped as the way you could practically feel him in your throat, his cock pulsing and throbbing. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, one hand grabbing your hip, the other holding onto your tied hands as he started to slam into you at an unforgiving pace, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust.

“Do you have any idea what the fuck you do to me?!” He gritted out, pounding into you, nailing his cock against your cervix with each word. “With those tiny little plaid skirts and stockings? Parading around the campus like a good girl, getting on my nerves all the time always arguing back with me”

You had no idea how you ended up in this position, the band in your belly starting to wind tighter every time his heavy balls tapped your clit.

“You know how many times I wanted to stuff my tie in your mouth and fuck you till you couldn’t speak, rail you on my cock until you wouldn’t be able to formulate words, just give me a warm, wet place for me to cum in”

Bucky grinned at the way you squeezed his cock, your pretty little mewls filling the air as he fucked you harder, bringing his knee up to pound into you deeper.

“You’d like that huh cupcake, you want daddy to stuff his tie in your mouth and take you across his thigh? Can feel you choking my cock baby, I know you want that, you want daddy’s cock in your mouth so bad, something to keep your pretty mouth shut”

“Who said I’d call you daddy” You shot him a glare, ignoring the way your stomach flipped at the name, struggling to keep yourself from moaning. Bucky smirked, his hand snaking around to rub your clit, angling his hips to stroke your sweet spot making you cry out. “FUCK-

“Crying for my cock, huh? Whose cock are you crying and making a mess all over” He growled, fucking you harder making you see stars. “Tell me, whys your little clit throbbing on my fingers, why are you choking my dick huh? Fucking naked in my bed, all tied up like a needy whore, I’m you’re fucking daddy, say it!

“DADDY” You could even stop yourself, giving into the pleasure he pulled from your body, his mouth unrelenting.

“Daddy found your spot, huh?”

“Spank that cute little ass till its sore and you can’t walk? Then have daddy take care of you after?”

“So fuckin’ needy, look at how you’re dripping all over me baby, making a mess on my bed” You could feel his cock grow harder, his grip on your ass bruising as he drilled into you, spurts of precum dripping in you.

“I know you’re close, cum on my cock princess, be a good little slut and make a mess on daddy’s cock”

Your body betrayed you, obeying his command instantly, your body sucking his cock in deeper, ready to fall off the edge.

“I-I’m gonna-DADDY- You screamed into the sheets, your vision going white, the band snapping, deep pleasure shooting through your body as you squirted all over his cock. Bucky couldn't hold it anymore, already struggling to hold off his orgasm with the way you were tied on his bed.

“That’s it, cream on my dick baby, soaking my balls nice, look at you squirting all over my cock, bet you’d look even prettier bent over our Professors desk, hm? M’gonna fill you up, you’re gonna drip for days, all your little skirts tainted with my cum, get ready for my cum cupcake, open up for me, open up for daddy”

He roared, spilling into you, giving you a few sloppy thrusts before stilling, his cock throbbing, endless ropes of cum filling you up. He let go of your wrists, letting you fall limp on the bed while he panted, drops of cum still leaking from the tip making a mess on your ass. You felt his tie loosen as you dropped on the bed, his hands rubbing your wrists before leaving the bed to grab you a towel.

You jolted at the feeling of him wiping your folds, surprised at how gentle he was, running his hands over your bruises before tossing the towel away.

“This never happens again” You stated, throwing on his shirt as you sauntered back to the office, sitting on the desk, going back to skimming papers. Bucky smirked as he threw on some sweats, his eyes trailing up and down your bare legs, your skin littered in scratches and bruises, hair tousled while you sat in his shirt in his office as if you owned the place.

“Whatever you say cupcake, wouldn’t have it any other way”

After that night, you were even more of a brat, finding ways to get on his nerves till he lost his patience, never admitting you did it on purpose to see how far he’d go to tame you. It didn’t mean you hated him any less, but if he was going to satisfy you...

You squeezed your thighs together, gasping when he dragged you by your ankle off his desk, tossing you over his knee while sitting on the chair of his office. You’d ignored all of his calls, finishing the second half of the assignment by yourself; he didn’t seem to care that it was given a perfect grade.

“I told you to call me” He growled, ripping your skirt up and tearing your panties off, rubbing the supple flesh of your ass “Count”

“Fuck you-AH” His hand spanked your ass, rubbing the sting away, his jaw clenched over your stubbornness. “I didn’t need your help-HNG”

“Count” He spanked you again, groaning at the way your ass bounced, his patience growing thin with the way you tested his patience.

“One”

You found yourself spending more time in his office than the school library, more time in his bed than studying books. You ignored every flutter of your heart, convinced it was the stress of school and nothing more. You willed yourself to ignore the way his adorable tongue would poke out of his mouth when he focused or the way his pouty lips would part when he fell asleep with his head tucked in his arms on his desk.

You hated the way his voice got raspy when he was exhausted or the way he would loosen his tie and roll his sleeves up.

You ignored the blanket he had placed on top of you when you had fallen asleep once on his couch, it meant nothing. He didn’t care about you that way.

When he had you bent over in his bed, your hands tied, mouth stuffed with his tie, you shook your head when you felt yourself craving him to make love to you instead-

No.

He was your rival. Your partner for a project. When this was all over, things would go back to normal.

A few weeks later

“Surprised you didn’t decide to work a head again, aren’t you supposed to be the one whose equal to me?” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, typing out the paper you forgot to finish.

You stared at the pile of books in front of you, sticky notes poking through every corner; you knew you had to go over the notes again but you didn’t have time. The project would be over soon. You still had to finish you assignment for Stark. When it was over, you’d be done working with Bucky. You had another project to finish for work. He’d never know how you felt. So much school work. He’d never know you fell in lo-

“What, no smart ass reply” He sassed, his brows furrowing when you still didn’t respond. He looked up, frowning when you didn’t look at him, your eyes vacant turning away from him. “Y/n?”

You shook your head, fighting back tears, biting you lip to keep it from trembling, losing your composure as you heard him get up, moving over to the couch.

“Hey, hey look at me” He sat down beside you, his heart dropping at the soft sniffles you struggled to hold in, shying away from him when he moved closer. “Come here” He pulled you into his lap, his hand cupping your cheek, wiping away your tears “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, your mind swirling over what you were actually upset about. You wanted to let go of your ego and pride and curl up into his lap and tell him you adored him but you couldn’t. What if he didn’t feel the same way, what if you were just something to warm his bed, what if-

“Y/n?”

“Nothing” Your voice cracked, your body stiff in his hold, trying to protect yourself even though your heart was screaming to just tell him how you felt.

“It’s not nothing, something’s been bothering you, I’ve noticed” He waited patiently for you to speak, huffing when you silently toyed with your fingers instead, “Why are you so stubborn”

“Why are you so persistent” You shot back, finding it easier to argue with him than admit your feelings. Bucky smirked, shaking his head.

“Is there something you’re not telling me cupcake” Bucky whispered, his lips brushing by your ear, “Only one way to get you to speak” He wrapped your legs around his waist, noting the way you clung onto him like a little koala, not letting go when he set you on his bed. He carefully undressed you, soothing your needy whimpers with his lips brushing across your skin, his cock pressing against your entrance.

Your thighs wrapped around his waist as he slid inside you, the both of you gasping as he filled you, staying still and keeping you full and withering underneath him. You whined, your ankles digging into his ass hoping he’d move, distract you from the way you felt but he refused.

“Talk to me” He let his body weight rest on you, his eyes locked with your glassy ones. He’d craved to have you like this for a while; wrapped around his body, feeling all of you.

“I- You bit your lip, blinking at him, desperately hoping he’d just know without you having to say anything. Your arms clung around his shoulders, your legs squeezing his waist tighter.

“You what” He whispered, his heart beating faster at the way you clenched, your nails digging into his shoulders “So stubborn baby” He started to rock his hips, the slow gently pace causing more tears to slip down your cheeks. He fucked you soft and slow, everything you had craved for weeks, with gentle kisses in between, his hands coming to lace with yours.

You whimpered, moaning against his mouth, your cunt fluttering each time he pushed in, your head thrown back at the way he moved deeper each time, the tip of his cock rubbing your g-spot. This was different from every other time, feeling every inch of his body, the both of you pressed against each other.

“You just needed me to make love to you, huh?” He kissed your neck, while you nodded, squeezing your hands in his, his tongue running across your skin, “Needed me to fuck you slow baby? Make you feel good?”

“Fuck James” You cried out, letting go of his hands to wrap around him again, pressing kisses all over his cheeks, running your hands through his hair. “Please, please”

“I know sweets, I know” He cooed, soothing you, letting his hands caress your body, “M’right here, gonna be so slow with you till you tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours”

You didn’t say anything, while his nose bumped against yours, smirking “No one else gets under my skin the way you to my stubborn little baby”

His?

“Y-yours?” You stuttered out with wide eyes, while he chuckled at your shocked expression.

“Mine. Mine cupcake, all mine. No one else comes close to you, you’re so fucking brilliant and beautiful” He started to rock his hips faster, the both of you climbing higher and higher together. “You-you challenge me every single day, I wouldn’t-I wouldn’t have come this far if it wasn’t for you”

He wrapped his arms around your body, panting against your neck, moaning, his cock growing harder while you squeezed him, the band ready snap between pleasure and all your emotions.

“Fuck James I love you” You sobbed, pleasure erupting through your body as your orgasm washed over you, clinging onto him while he fucked you through your high.

“I-I love you too” He rasped, moaning into your neck as he stilled, his cock throbbing as he came in you, his body jolting in your warm head. “I love you I love you fuck, I love you” He pulled away from your neck, while you shyly bit your lip, pulling him back down into your arms while he laughed, cuddling you close to him.

“Knew I could fuck it out of you”

Three years later

Bucky had his hand around your waist, kissing your cheek while you both moved through the crowd greeting and thanking guests. He grinned as you both approached the last table, his two best men sharing shit eating grins while you rolled your eyes, groaning.

“Don’t even start” You warned while Sam cackled, shaking his head.

“I called it” He snorted while Steve nodded, shrugging when you shot them a playful glare. “You were both just to stubborn to see it”

Bucky couldn’t help but pepper you with kisses, snorting while Sam wolf whistled, suddenly straightening himself up as someone approached you both from behind.

“Congratulations” Tony grinned, sipping on his drink, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I’m assuming you worked through your differences?”

You giggled while Bucky squeezed your waist, unable to take his eyes off you, hardly registering anything else happening around him.

“Thank you for coming Professor Stark” He hugged you tightly, before pausing, leaning close to you. “I’ll let you both in on a secret” Tony smiled smugly, while you cocked your head with an equally confused Bucky.

“I could have paired you with someone else, Mrs. Barnes”

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