#fucking hell i want a sub bucky for once

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

Ok, since we're at it, what do you think Bucky does if reader decides to be bossy and torture him a bit in bed? Does he humour her or have that need to take control?

I let myself go a little... So did he...

Bucky bit back a mocking smile when you told him what to do, raising a brow at you in challenge. But what were you supposed to do? He had been teasing and mocking and terrorising you for a week, you couldn’t take it anymore. Besides, a curious, albeit slightly sadistic, side of you was really curious to how Bucky would respond to you taking the reins in your own hands.

You didn’t like it.

Yes, you knew Bucky could easily use one fifth of his strength and flip the dynamic back around, but you didn’t like the glint in his eye that said he would do that only to punish you for thinking you could dominate him. Some might say that was the last straw for you.

Nostrils flaring and jaw clenching, you pushed at his chest and his eyes widened slightly. Bucky wasn’t easy to read, but it was a skill you had mastered and you could tell he knew he had pushed you too far. You could also tell he wanted to take the full force of you and it made your insides burn with more need than what had been building that entire week.

You pushed again, and again, and again. And Bucky was so transfixed by that dark flash in your eyes, he truly did stumble back into the couch, flesh and metal fingers instantly digging into the cushions to get a hold of himself. But you had already climbed over him and were straddling him.

You combed your fingers through his slightly longer hair and watched his blue eyes flutter, heavy breaths heaving his chest and flaring his nostrils as he tried to steady himself. What the hell was happening to him?

With the third stroke of your fingers, raking your nails down his scalp and indulging in his answering shudder, you knotted your hands into the ends of his hair and tugged his head backward, making him look at you.

“You think you’re so tough?” you asked, seething the words through your teeth in a low whisper. Bucky’s fingers gripped the couch tighter, keeping still between your legs. Though you felt something stir.

Keeping his head tilted back, you used one hand to grab his jaw and brush your lips over his. A smirk spread over your mouth when you noticed him wanting to chase your kiss. “I think it’s about time you give me what I’ve been asking for, no?”

He swallowed and you took it as the perfect opportunity to slip that hand down and wrap it around his throat, squeezing slightly. Your voice was dangerously low as you purred the words at him, “Use your words, Bucky.”

His eyes flashed with fury and intrigue and he sucked in a restrained breath, narrowing his beautiful eyes up at you as the corner of his mouth twitched. And you could tell it hurt for him to spit out the words from that position. But the way his cock had started to press against a delicious spot between your legs through his jeans had you knowing better.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” he said through gritted teeth and you smiled at him sweetly. “What do you want?”

You slowly rolled your hips down over him and a strained growl rumbled from Bucky’s throat. “I want to come, baby.” You gave him a pout and another roll of your hips. “Don’t you want me to come?”

His resolve started failing and his breathing was getting heavier by the minute. “I do. I want you to come.” His voice was starting to sound …whinier and it made you perk up in his lap.

“Where do you want me to come, Bucky?” you asked him innocently.

“Everywhere,” he breathed, his pupils growing and gleaming like a beggar. “I want you everywhere.”

“You going to let me have you, soldier?” you sung softly and that nickname had his eyes harden instantly. Within seconds, he ripped your hand from his throat and threw you to the couch beside him, crawling over you.

And you thought that was the end of your reign as he manhandled you back into submission. But then he buried his face in your neck, lips attaching to your skin as he desperately ground himself down between your legs.

“Tell me what to do, baby,” he nearly whined against your skin, making your heart throb between your legs. “I’ll give you everything a thousand times over. Use me, sweetheart. Have your way with me.”

“Hmm,” you sighed in delight. “Good boy.”

[beanthesprout]

Needy

Sub!Bucky Barnes x fem reader

Summary: Seeing you in that sexy dress at Tony's party simultaneously made it more enjoyable and utterly unbearable.

Warnings: fingering, riding, praise kink, a tad of degradation mixed in there, little bit of fluff at the very end

Bucky was listening to Steve talk to one of Tony's business associates when you walked in. His eyes had been on the entrance he knew you'd come in through since he arrived, and when he saw Nat come in he knew you weren't too far behind.

You hated these parties just as much as he did, but Nat and Wanda adored having an opportunity to dress you up and make you feel hot. Eyes were always on the three of you at these things.

He knew you were going to look good. Scratch that. He knew you were going to look great. However, he wasn't expecting you to come in wearing that sleek black dress with the neckline that plunged so deep it made your tits look fucking amazing. And he certainly wasn't expecting to see the sweet skin of your thigh peeking out from the slit in the dress that ended just under your panty line. And he wasn't expecting the elegant hairdo that allowed a few stray locks to temptingly brush against your neck and shoulder.

The moment Bucky saw you he knew he was absolutely fucked. He felt himself swallow as he watched you make your way towards him with the other two girls. His grip on his glass tightened as he saw a sweet smile spread across your features when you looked at him.

He couldn't decide if he wanted you on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth or if he wanted you on top of him as he desperately fucked up into you. All he knew was that one way or another he wanted his dick inside of you.

Your hands came to wrap around his arm when you got to his side, greeting Steve with a warm smile. Bucky didn't even notice Nat and Wanda sharing a knowing look as he was too busy staring at you, lips parted in awe.

You looked up at him and said something. Bucky blinked, processing that you'd said something.

"What?"

"I asked how you were." You tilted your head slightly, a habit he found adorable.

"Fine." He said quickly.

You raised a brow.

"I'm fine." He reassured you.

Your eyes searched his for a moment before nodding, head turning back to engage in whatever conversation Nat and Wanda were having with Steve and that other man.

Minutes seemed to pass by like hours and hours seemed to pass like days as Bucky frustratedly waited for this stupid party to be over. He wasn't sure if this was his own personal heaven, being able to see you like this, or if it was his own personal hell considering he couldn't do anything about it.

The entire night his gaze was on you, his friends quickly giving up on trying to include him in the conversation. Bucky didn't even notice the people cycling past. All he could focus on was your hands on his arm, the way your chest moved as you laughed, and the way your hair brushed against the skin he so desperately wanted to kiss.

The party's end couldn't come soon enough. Once you'd deemed that it was a polite time to leave, you bid your friends a goodnight and led Bucky out of the ballroom and up to his room. The moment you were in the elevator Bucky had you up against the wall.

One hand on your ass and the other on your waist as his mouth hungrily sucked bruises into your neck, a thigh had pushed its way between your legs and was pressed against your cunt. You gasped when Bucky bit down on that sensitive spot on your neck, and you began to grind against his thigh.

All too soon the elevator doors opened to your floor, Bucky pulled back and grabbed your hand, dragging you to his room. As soon as the door shut you were pressed against it, Buckys mouth now on the parts of your boobs that were shown by the dress.

You moaned as he sucked harshly on your skin.

"I've never seen you this desperate before, Buck."

"Need you. Need you so bad." He groaned as your hands came to gently tug at his hair.

"Then let me take care of you baby." You murmured, gently pushing him off and to the edge of his bed.

"Strip." You ordered. And Bucky couldn't move fast enough, desperately sloughing off his clothes so that he was left naked before you, dick standing at attention.

"Sit."

Bucky quickly sat on his bed, eyes glued to you.

Slowly you began to remove your dress, pulling down the straps on your shoulders before allowing the whole thing to fall at your feet. You stood in front of Bucky in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. You watched as his jaw clenched and his hands gripped the edge of the bed. You slowly removed your panties and dropped them on the floor, his eyes watching every movement.

You moved towards him, straddling his thighs. Your hands glided up his chest to his shoulders as you leaned in and kissed him deeply, tongue sliding into his mouth.

You pulled back after a moment.

"Finger me Buck. Prep me for that beautiful fat cock of yours." You whispered.

Bucky swallowed, lifting his metal hand from where it rested on your thigh to slip into your wet heat. You groaned as he did, the cold metal a pleasant sensation. He pumped his finger in you, swiftly adding another and he began to scissor you, stretching you out. You moaned as he did, his thick fingers feeling so good against the walls of you cunt.

But it would be nothing compared to the stretch and drag of his dick.

Soon enough, Bucky deemed you ready to take him. He pulled his fingers out of you and shoved them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

"You ready Bucky?"

"Yes. Please."

You pressed a kiss to his lips before lining yourself up and slowly sinking down on him. Bucky let out a groan, hands gripping your waist. You were sure there would be bruises tomorrow, but you certainly didn't mind.

You sunk all the way down, bottoming out. You nipped at Buckys jaw as he panted slightly, the feeling of you around him like this always left him breathless.

"I'm gonna fuck you stupid James." You murmured before rising up and swiftly dropping yourself back down onto his cock, drawing out a moan from him.

And fuck him stupid you did, you rode him fast and hard. You watched as he tossed his head back, entirely focused on the feeling of you riding him mercilessly.

"Such a slut for me aren't you James? You're just desperate to have your cock stuffed inside of me baby."

Bucky moaned an agreement as his hips started to thrust up into you.

"Such a good boy letting me fuck you like this baby," You moaned as his dick hit that sweet spot, "Such a good boy."

Buckys cock dragged against your walls, your pussy eagerly clenching around him.

It didn't take long for Bucky to reach his climax. The combination of your sweet praises and your pussy deliciously choking his cock had him feeling like he was in heaven. His thrusts up into you began to grow sloppy before he released inside of you. You kept riding him until tears pricked his eyes with overstimulation.

"Too much doll. Too much." He whimpered.

"Be a good little slut and let me finish." You groaned out, desperately fucking yourself on him. His face came forward to hide in your neck, mouthing at your skin as he moaned and whimpered.

Finally, you came. Your own cum dripping out along with his as you pulled up off of him. His arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you.

"So beautiful." He murmured.

You chuckled, "You like the dress that much huh?"

"Mhm."

"I'll keep that in mind love."

After a few minutes Bucky laid you down on the bed and went to retrieve a cloth to clean you up and start a bath for you two to sit in together.

That night you cuddled up into his chest, draped in one of his shirts. He held you tight and pressed a kiss to your forehead before falling asleep.

[slutt4lovee]

selfish boy - pt. 2 (b.b. & s.r.)

𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒 - 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 - 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

pairing: bucky barnes x steve rogers x fem!reader

word count: 8016

warnings: SMUT, MMF threesome, poly relationship, sub!reader/bucky, dom!steve, unprotected sex, creampies, oral (m+f), praise (as always), overstimulation, a smidge of praise, fingering, handjobs, bi!bucky, bi!steve, mentions of reader being used (idk what that kink is called). petnames used for reader: honey, princess, sweetheart, and i think baby.

summary: after being apart from your boys for so long they've missed you a lot but you have way too much work to do.

When the people at your work had caught wind of you and Steve dating, they stopped sending you out together so that there was never a conflict of interest on a mission. You were simultaneously thankful and pissed off about it. On the one hand, you could remain blissfully ignorant to Steve’s idiotic heroics, but on the other, you almost never got to see him. If you were home he was most likely gone and vice versa, so you really didn’t blame Steve for messing around with Bucky—hell, you’d thought about it yourself more than once.

You used to do most of your missions with Bucky—who wasn’t allowed to work with Steve either. But now your bosses have started to notice some…suspicious behaviors amongst you, Steve, and Bucky. They noticed all the lingering touches, the longing stares, the incredibly fucking obvious flirting amongst the three of you. And in an excess of caution, they stopped sending Bucky with you too.

You wouldn’t have minded so much if it didn’t mean that now you hardly saw either of them. 

This was the first time that the three of you had been home at the same time in weeks, maybe even months. 

You had only just gotten back from a two week long mission a few days ago and both of them were gone before you left. Steve got back from his ‘extended trip’ not but about a day or two before you and Bucky got back from his just after you left. All that to say, this is the first time you’ve physically seen the pair of them in a while and of fucking course, you were drowning in paperwork.

It fucking sucked. A lot. 

All you wanted was to spend time with them, you wanted to devote your complete attention to them and you just couldn’t. You had ‘responsibilities’ and stupid shit like that. 

The closest you could get to spending time with them was sitting on the floor, doing paperwork at your coffee table while Steve and Bucky get to snuggle up on the couch together. You hated it. Not just because you were feeling left out but because they were insanely distracting.

Always touching each other (and you) whenever they could, watching their stupid movies too loud because they don’t believe in proper hearing protection. And talking, so much fucking talking about everything. As much as you loved it usually, you were really trying to get your work done and they were just not helping. 

You could hear them whispering to each other, Bucky’s little soft laughter and something akin to scolding from Steve. You huff out an aggravated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you stare at the blank form on your computer screen. You just wanted to finish your work and they were making it impossible.

“Honey,” Steve sighs and you can hear him moving behind you but you don't look. You need to focus. “You’re so stressed.”

“Take a break,” Bucky chimes in and before you can even formulate a denial there’s warm hands on your shoulders, squeezing and kneading at your tense muscles.

“Steve…” You try to say it like a warning but it comes out more like an encouragement. “I’m busy.”

“Been busy all day, take a break.” Steve tells you, more of a command than a suggestion this time. 

Since the whole thing with Bucky went down, dynamics between you and Steve have…changed, to say the least. Before, you were always the dominant one and you didn’t want it any other way. But then you saw the way Steve was with Bucky and let's just say…you were curious. 

At first you weren’t the biggest fan of it, but after a little experimentation you found it wasn’t so bad. You’re still the dominant one about 98% of the time but sometimes, Steve will catch you in the right headspace and you’ll just melt like putty in his hands.

This is one of those times.

“Got so much work to do,” You try to protest but you’re already leaning back into his touch, making soft little sounds as his thumbs press into the tight muscles of your shoulders.

“Do it later,” This time the coaxing comes from Bucky and you feel the cold metal of his hand pulling yours from your laptop so he can shut it for you.

“Come on,” Steve practically coos, thumbs sliding up to rub at the back of your neck. “Bucky’s missed you so much baby, you’re not gonna neglect him any longer, are you?” Fuck, Steve is manipulative. 

“I’m not…” You sigh out, tilting your head back into Steve’s touch as your eyes flutter shut. “M’not trying to.” 

“No, I know baby,” Steve soothes, thumbs rubbing circles at the tense muscles at the base of your skull. He leans down and you feel his lips pressing against the side of your head, just above your ear. “I know you’re not trying to but you’ve been home for days and you’ve barely given him any attention. You know he gets needy.” Steve whispers, lips quirking into a little smirk at the little whiny noise Bucky makes at his words.

“I know, I’m just…I’m busy,” You whine, turning your head to look back at Steve.

“I know princess, you are so busy,” Bucky murmurs, running his fingers along your jaw to turn your attention to him. “I just missed you.”

“Missed you too, Buck.” You whisper, eyes going all soft as his hand cradles your jaw. 

You’re aware that you’ve been neglecting them a little and you hated it. You weren’t meaning to, you want nothing more that to give them every ounce of your attention but you really are just so fucking busy. The boys probably had just as much paperwork as you but they just ignored it in favor of spending time together. They were valuable assets, they had powers and skills you didn’t, they didn’t have to work as hard as you did to keep their spots on the team. They had the luxury of pushing off their work for each other, you didn’t.

“C’mon pretty baby,” Steve sighs, sliding his hands under your shoulders and pulling you up onto the couch before you can protest. “You’re thinking too much.” 

“Yeah, gotta shut off the pretty head of yours.” Bucky agrees, letting his hand fall from your face as Steve tugs you up into his lap.

“Menaces,” You huff out, rolling your eyes affectionately as Steve positions you on his lap with your thighs spread over his. “Both of you.”

Steve shushes you, pressing his lips to your temple as his hands run down your sides. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder, gaze flicking down to meet Bucky’s where he kneels between yours and Steve’s legs. He smirks back up at you, a knowing look in his eyes as he watches you practically melt against Steve.

You know you shouldn’t, you should tell them to fuck off and get back to your work but they were just so fucking convincing. Not that it really took much effort to convince you anyway. You never could deny them anything, not for long at least.

Steve’s hands slip between your legs, pressing his palms against the soft flesh of your inner thighs to spread your legs a little more. Your legs drape on either side of his, forced open by his hands and his thighs and honestly, you aren’t complaining even if it hurts a little. 

You had a habit of walking around in a t-shirt, usually about three sizes too big, and your underwear and nothing else and Steve plans to take full advantage of your attire. He nudges your shirt up until it's bunched up around your hips and Bucky gets a clear shot between your legs, already practically drooling at the sight. 

Steve mutters something against your neck but you don't hear it, too lost in the way Bucky’s looking up at you from between your legs. He doesn’t touch but you can tell he wants to, you’d let him if you were the one in charge right now. But you’re not, Steve is, and Steve has a track record of being just a bit meaner than you are. 

“Are you even listening?” Steve chuckles, nipping at the little spot where your neck and shoulder meet to try and get your attention.

“Not really,” You answer honestly, shifting your hips a little to lean back against Steve’s chest. 

“Still thinking too much, huh princess?” Bucky asks, teasing and cocky in the way he always is, the way you love. He smirks and tilts his head, meeting your gaze with an impossibly arrogant look in his eyes for someone kneeling on the ground.

“She never stops thinking,” Steve mutters and you can’t see it but you think he shares a little smirk with Bucky.

They’re talking about you like you’re not even here and…you hate to admit it but it’s kind of hot. Steve’s hands squeeze at your inner thighs, running his thumb over the soft skin as he chuckles against your neck. 

“Make her stop,” Bucky suggests, looking over your shoulder at Steve, a little manipulative pout on his lips that always gets him what he wants.

“Patience,” Steve huffs out a soft laugh but concedes to Bucky’s suggestion. It had been his plan anyway.

Before your brain can even catch up to the conversation, Steve’s hand is slipping higher between your legs. His hand is so big it covers your entire cunt as he cups you through your panties. Your hips jerk a little, thighs tensing and trying to press together around his legs.

“Yeah?” Steve chuckles, voice soft and condescending in your ear.

He doesn’t move his hand for a while, just keeps it pressed firmly against your cunt, smirking at the way you push your hips against his touch. He likes to take his time with you, likes to toy with you and get you all needy and whiny for him and then maybe he’ll give you what you want. (but probably not)

He lets you grind against his hand for a while, kisses practically every inch of your neck as he watches your hips jerk against his hand. It’s not enough pressure, he knows that, you know that, fuck, Bucky probably knows it too, but they just like to watch you work yourself up. And you…well you just like the way it feels. 

Your head falls back on Steve’s shoulder, huffing out a shaky breath as your hands clutch at both of his wrists. Everytime you push your hips forward to get more pressure he moves his hand away until you’re back in the position he put you in. It’s maddening, insanely frustrating to work yourself up over and over only to be left hanging once it finally starts to feel like something. And yet you just keep doing it.

“Steve,” You whine, nails digging into the skin of his wrists to try and keep his hand where you want it. But he’s stronger, so much fucking stronger than you, you can’t force him to do shit.

“Shh, be still,” He whispers against your neck, running his tongue over your pulse point just to watch the way your hips jerk in response. “Bucky’s watchin’’ you honey, don’t you want to give him a good show?” 

That gets your attention more than you’d like to admit. You lift your head up, fluttering your eyes open only to be met with Bucky’s, staring up at you from between your legs. You groan at the sight, gripping a little tighter at Steve’s wrists as your hips twitch against his hand.

Bucky looks fucking hot. Eyes half lidded, lips puffy and raw from his constant biting at his lip. His cheeks are flushed red and fuck, he looks like he wants to eat you alive and you fucking love it.

Steve notices your reaction and can’t help the little proud smirk on his lips at the two of you. His hand leaves your thigh for a second, grasping your right hand and holding it out for Bucky who understands immediately because Steve’s trained him well. Bucky shifts closer, ducking his head into your hand as your fingers thread into his hair. He blinks up at you and Steve, lips parting at you gently tug his head to the side until his face is pressed against the inside of Steve’s thigh.

“Good girl,” Steve chuckles, smiling proudly at how well you handle Bucky before he’s reaching forward and running his fingers over Bucky’s jaw. He doesn’t have to tell Bucky to stay like that, he already knows.

Steve pulls your hand away from Bucky’s hair and tugs you back against his chest. He barely even gives you a second to get settled before he’s pressing his hand firmly against your cunt, running his fingers over the now damp fabric of your panties. Your breath catches and your head falls back immediately, nails digging into the flesh of his wrist as he rubs slow circles over your underwear.

He does that for a while, just long enough to have to panting and bucking your hips against his hand again. And Bucky’s watching the whole thing from between your legs, looking up at you like he wants to tear you apart and it’s only making you more impatient and needy. Which, you suspect, might be what they wanted.

Just as you open your mouth to say something, Steve slips his fingers to the side, tracing a very very gentle line up the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You spread your legs a little impatiently, shifting your hips against his with a breathy whine to try and get him to hurry up. Steve just huffs out a condescending little laugh against the skin of your neck before his fingers hook under your panties and he shifts them to the side. Doesn’t even bother trying to take them off, pulls them to the side just enough to get what he wants and fuck if that’s not one of the hottest things he’s ever done. 

He runs his fingers over your slit once or twice before he’s pressing the pad of his middle finger against your clit. He doesn’t tease this time, he rubs his fingers over your clit like it’s muscle memory. The perfect pressure, speed, pattern, everything and the little whiny noises you’re making only seem to encourage him further. 

He whispers something against your neck and presses a slow kiss to your skin but you’re not paying any fucking attention. Your head is tilted back against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut and mouth hanging open as you huff out little breathless whines and noises pretty enough to drive the two of them fucking insane.

Steve’s fingers slide a little lower and before you can even react to the loss of stimulation, he’s pushing two fingers into your cunt and pressing his palm against your clit.

“Oh fuck,” You groan out, tightening your grip on his wrist as your hips immediately jerk forward against his touch.

It feels fucking amazing. He pushes his fingers deep into your cunt, stretching you just enough to make your breathing stutter as you grind your clit against his hand. You’re half tempted to ask him to stay like this forever but he pulls his hand away before you can even formulate a single word. 

Your head falls forward and you’re fully prepared to beg and plead and whine for him the way he loves. But then you open your eyes and you see him pushing those same fingers into Bucky’s mouth and you’re whining for a completely different reason now. Whining because that’s so so fucking hot and because Bucky moans around Steve’s fingers like he’s been dying to taste you. 

“Good boy,” Steve praises, hooking his chin over your shoulder to watch the way Bucky cleans every last drop of you off of his fingers. Bucky’s eyes are all soft, filled with want and need and pleading as he looks up at Steve and god, it makes your cunt clench around nothing just seeing him like that.

“Please,” Bucky grits out all soft and pleading and your entire body fucking throbs at the sound of his voice.

“Go ahead baby,” Steve coos, nodding against your neck as he threads his fingers in Bucky’s hair. “Get you a taste pretty boy, you’ve earned it.” He murmurs, guiding Bucky’s head between your legs until you can feel his breath fanning over your cunt.

He doesn’t wait for your permission like last time, just dives right in as if Steve’s permission was all he needed. Like it wasn’t even your cunt but theirs to use as they please and good God that makes your head go all fuzzy.

Bucky’s hands rest in the crease of your thighs, spreading you open as he buries his face in your cunt. He makes a sound like a starved man getting his first taste of food as the tip of his tongue slides over your slit before flicking hungrily at your puffy clit. Your breathing stutters and you choke on a sharp gasp as your back arches, rolling your hips against his mouth.

Bucky usually starts slow, he likes to take his time with you. Spends a bit just savoring your taste and the feel of you on his tongue. But not this time. This time he tastes you eagerly, hungrily, like he’s been drowning and your cunt is the first breath of fresh air he’s been awarded. It’s fast and messy and so so fucking glorious.

He groans against you, pushing your hips down against Steve’s as he presses his face further into your cunt, suckling hungrily at your clit while his tongue draws messy patterns that make your thighs clench. You’re so lost in the pleasure of it all that you don’t even realize Steve’s hands have moved until he’s guiding your shirt over your head.

Steve’s hand presses against the center of your chest until your body is flush with his and he hooks his chin back over your shoulder to watch. He peppers sweet little kisses all along your neck and shoulders, whispering soft praises into your skin that you’re too lost to hear. 

Bucky’s left arm hooks around your leg, draping it over his shoulder at the same time that Steve’s thumb ghosts over your nipple and your brain fully short circuits at that. Your chest arches and you choke on a moan as your hips jerk against Bucky’s face—which he seems to like because he fucking moans into your cunt like he’s the one getting head.

“I think he likes this,” Steve whispers against your neck with that stupidly attractive condescending tone he’s so fond of.

A choked out “Fuck,” is the best thing you can offer in response as Steve rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Somebody grabs your wrist and your too fucked to even open your eyes and see whose it is. They guide your hand lower and lower until you feel Bucky’s hair and you don’t waste a second before threading your fingers into it and pulling. Steve laughs at you and Bucky squeezes at your thigh but you genuinely couldn’t care less because Bucky’s tongue just feels so fucking good. Warm and wet and so so so fucking soft against your clit and christ, your brain has turned to fucking soup.

Steve pinches your nipple harder than usual and you fucking whimper, which isn’t a thing that happens a lot but fuck. Everything just feels so fucking good.

“You gonna cum already baby?” Steve whispers against your shoulder and you can feel his smirk just as much as you can hear it. 

You want to say no, want to wipe that smug little smirk off his face but you can’t? How could you when your cunt is literally throbbing and your humping your hips against Bucky’s mouth like a fucking slut? You could try, but with the way Bucky’s just shoved two, thick fingers into your cunt you��re struggling to even remember your name let alone the words you would need to say.

And so you nod, pathetically, whimpering out little broken pleas and half words that make no fucking sense. 

“C’mon princess,” Bucky chokes out, pulling back from your cunt just long enough to nip at the squishy skin of your inner thighs before he presses his mouth back against you. Curls his fingers up just right as your hips buck desperately against his tongue.

Steve groans against your neck, hooking his arm around your waist to at least attempt to keep you somewhat still. He squeezes your breast, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers as Bucky keeps pressing his up into that soft squishy spot in your cunt and god, you feel like you’re about to fucking burst. You’re wound up so fucking tight that you’re almost scared to let go. Every single one of your muscles tense, your back arches, your head presses back against Steve’s shoulder and you almost feel like you want to cry that’s how fucking good it all feels.

It feels like fire is coursing through your veins burning hotter and hotter with each passing second. Hot sticky pleasure builds in your stomach, sending little jolts of fucking ecstasy up your spine and down your thighs with every press of Bucky’s fingers into your cunt. 

“Go on baby,” Steve whispers all soft and sweet against your ear. “You can do it. You’re gonna cum on his pretty face and then we’re gonna fuck you so stupid you won’t remember your stupid paperwork, yeah?”

Bucky moans against your cunt and that’s all it takes. Your entire body tenses, back arching and fingers clutching at Bucky’s hair as you completely fall apart against his tongue. Your hips still but he doesn’t let up, if anything he starts flicking his tongue faster, suckling at your swollen clit as he thrusts his fingers into you harder and faster. 

Your stammering out fucking gibberish, gasping out shaky little whines as you try desperately to squeeze your legs shut despite the full grown super soldier between them. Your hips jerk, jolting clumsily against Bucky’s mouth as your little gasps and whines turn to choked out sobs. 

Steve is whispering soothing praise against your ear but all you can hear is your own pounding heart and the blood rushing in your veins. Your chest heaves as you fall back against Steve’s chest, panting like a goddamn dog as your whole body goes limp. You don’t even have to push Bucky away because he slows to a stop on his own, like he just knew you’d had enough.

“Fuck,” Bucky grits out and you can only just barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. You flutter your eyes open, blink a few times to clear your blurry vision, and then you see him, kneeling between your legs. His face slick with your juices, lips wet and swollen, eyes half lidded as he stares down at your cunt. “Fuck, look at you.” He whispers, voice rough and rumbling as his left hand hooks over your hips and he presses his fucking metal thumb against your clit.

“Makes such a pretty mess, doesn’t she?” Steve chuckles and he sounds oddly proud as Bucky strokes his metal thumb slowly over your puffy, oversensitive clit, both of them ignoring the way you whimper and try to squeeze your legs shut.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighs, nodding his head as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Yeah…fuck.” 

“Don’t be selfish baby,” Steve scolds and before you can even register, he’s leaning down and grasping the back of Bucky’s head, pulling him into a kiss. It’s sloppy, all tongue and teeth and spit and you’re just stuck in between them, watching the whole thing and it really, really shouldn’t make your cunt throb the way it does.

You blame the little needy whine that leaves your throat on the way Bucky’s thumb is still rubbing soft little circles on your clit. Totally not because watching Steve and Bucky make out like this makes your whole body feel all hot and fluttery.

Steve’s hand comes up to the back of your head and he shifts beneath you, turning his head and pressing his lips to yours without a second's intermission. He kisses you the same way he had just kissed Bucky, hot and messy, tongue pushing into your mouth like it’s his. You can taste a little bit of yourself on his tongue and the fact that you know it’s left over from Bucky’s mouth sends a chill of pleasure down your spine.

You whine into his mouth as Bucky’s hands leave your body leaving you empty and wanting. Steve turns so that he’s sitting sideways on the couch, lifting you with ease until you’re facing him fully, straddling one of his thighs. 

Before you can even get settled, two pairs of hands are on your body, pushing and pulling until you’re positioned how they want you. You move easily, pliant and willing as Bucky guides your hips up and back and Steve pushes your head down until you’re face down ass up between his legs. Bucky tugs at your panties, pulling them down your thighs and then grasping at your legs, one at a time to tug them the rest of the way down. They don’t even say anything, just move you around like you’re nothing but a toy for them to use and your only a little ashamed to admit that that is fucking hot.

“Look at you, honey,” Steve mutters, somehow condescendingly proud as his thumbs stroke at your cheek. “Being so good for us, aren’t you?” He means it honestly but that stupid condescension makes it sound like teasing and somehow, you think, maybe that makes it hotter.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Bucky sighs and you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or himself but you really, really don’t care. Especially not when he pushes three of his fingers into your cunt and spreads them just to watch the way you stretch around him.

“Yeah,” Steve chuckles, smirking as he tilts your head up until you’re looking up at him. “You’re gonna let me borrow your pretty mouth while he fucks you stupid, hm?” It’s a question but he says it like a demand and good lord, you fucking love that.

“Think she’s already fucked stupid, Stevie,” Bucky chuckles, spreading his fingers inside of you to stretch you out a little more. “Aren’t you, princess?”

You nod your head dumbly, eyes squeezing shut as you press your hips back against Bucky’s hand. Steve notices the way your fucking yourself on Bucky’s fingers and he clicks his tongue, gently slapping his hand against your cheek to get your attention back on him.

“Needy baby,” He scolds, smirking at the increasingly desperate look in your eyes as you force them open. “Get to work, sweetheart, my cock isn’t going to suck itself, is it?” 

God. You fucking love when he’s like this, all mean and bossy. He doesn’t swear a lot, or really at all, but he does when he’s like this and it drives you (and Bucky) fucking insane to hear him being so incredibly vulgar.

You whine, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you shift back, pressing your elbows into the couch on either side of Steve’s hips. Your hands shake, trembling as they stumble over his jeans. He makes no move to help you, just huffs out a little laugh and strokes his fingers through your hair, watching your fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his jeans for a few times before you finally get it. He lifts his hips off the couch, an amused smile on his face as he watches you tug his bottoms off just enough to get at his cock.

“There you go,” He sighs, shifting a little as you wrap your hand around his cock and give him a few slow strokes. 

He doesn’t rush you like you thought he would, lets you take your time stroking him and running your tongue over his length until you’ve gathered enough brain power to take him into your mouth. He lets out a low groan, gathering your hair into his fist and shifting so that he can watch you better. 

Bucky’s fingers pull out of your cunt once more and you can hear him shifting around behind you as he shoves his sweats down his thighs. He grasps your hip with his metal hand, keeping you at least somewhat still as he guides the tip of his cock between your folds. 

“Shit,” Bucky groans under his breath as he presses his cock against your entrance. 

This he chooses to be slow about, pushes just the tip into your cunt and then just stops. You whine around Steve’s cock, squeezing your eyes shit and trying, uselessly, to push your hips back against his. He holds your hips with both hands now, giving you a little squeeze as he holds you still.

“Hush princess, focus on Stevie, lemme take my time.” He tells you, running his hands over the small of your back as he slowly pushes into you.

You try to listen, try to focus on Steve and the taste of him, the way his cock throbs against your tongue, but it’s so fucking hard to focus on anything other than the way Bucky’s cock is stretching you open so so fucking slowly. 

“I don’t think she can, Buck.” Steve huffs out and there’s a little fucked up part of you that desperately wants to prove him wrong.

“Oh she can,” Bucky responds, squeezing at your hips as he pushes in a little more. “Can’t you sweetheart?” He chuckles and it’s so incredibly condescending and antagonistic but it fucking works.

Something in your brain just clicks and you shift your scattered attention back to Steve. Your dominant hand wraps around his cock with a little more purpose, squeezing at the base the way you know drives him crazy. You take him further into your mouth, alternating between bobbing your head and suckling at his tip while your hand strokes up and down.

“Fuuuck,” Steve draws out, letting his head fall back against the arm of the couch with a low moan.

You’ve spent a long time learning Steve’s body, what he likes, what he loves, what will make him cum in less than 5 minutes and even though you can hardly remember what color the sky is, you remember that. 

“There she is,” Bucky grunts and you can hear the fucking smirk in his voice as he finally sinks his cock all the way into you.

“Fuck, that’s it, just like that honey,” Steve sighs out, lifting his head just enough to watch as you suck him off.

Bucky pulls his hips back and you match him, moving your head in time with his hips. He pushes back in, you go back down, taking as much of Steve’s cock into your mouth while your hand strokes the rest. Bucky squeezes your hip again, cursing under his breath as he draws his hips back again. He thrusts into you a little faster this time, fingers pressing into the front of your hips hard enough to bruise.

Steve wraps your hair around his fist with his right hand while his left runs over your cheek. Stroking his fingers across your face as he watches you and he looks so, so fucking proud that it makes your brain melt. 

“That’s a good girl,” He coos, “Yeah, there you go, just keep your eyes on me while he fucks you, hm?”

God, you really fucking love when he’s like this.

You’ve always loved praise, even when you’re the one domming but there’s something infinitely hotter about getting praised like this. Getting told you’re making someone feel good is one thing but getting told you’re a good girl while you’ve got your mouth around Steve’s cock and your cunt stuffed full of Bucky’s is just so much better.

You whine and Steve smirks like he knows it’s because of what he said and not from Bucky’s fucking you. 

“Fucks sake,” Bucky grits out, “Whatever you just did, she fucking loved it. Fucking squeezing the life out of my cock princess, shit.” He moans, grip tightening on your hips before he starts fucking you harder, thrusting into you faster, almost impatiently like you’ve broken his control.

“Oh yeah?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head like you’ve done something painfully endearing.

“Christ, fuck Steve—mmf—so fuckin’ tight…can’t…m’not gonna fuckin’ last,” Bucky moans, fucking into you so hard that you’re seeing fucking stars.

“That’s alright baby, she can take it.” Steve huffs out, his own hips bucking up into your mouth like his own control is faltering. “Can’t you?”

You do your best to nod up at Steve but it’s hard with the tight grip he’s got on your hair and even harder when Bucky reaches an arm around your waist and starts rubbing quick circles on your clit. You choke on a moan, body tensing up and you use the last little semblance of your brain to pull your mouth off Steve’s cock before you clench your jaw.

“Sorry,” You choke out, resting your head on Steve’s thigh and squeezing your eyes shut. You’re not even really sure why you’re apologizing, it’s not like you’re not giving Steve any attention, your hand is still working his cock in time with Bucky’s thrusts.

“Shh honey, s’okay,” Steve soothes, running his fingers across your cheek as you whimper into his thigh. “You’re okay, you can take it.” He whispers, moaning low in his chest as you grip him a little tighter.

Bucky bends forward, pulling you up so that your weight is resting on your hands instead on your elbows. His chest presses flush against your back and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His metal hand slides over the center of your chest and up the front of your throat before grasping your jaw and tilting your head up. 

“Look,” He whimpers into your neck, squeezing your jaw in his metal hand until you open your eyes and find yourself staring back. “So pretty.” He gasps out, panting against the side of your neck as he starts fucking you even faster. 

Doggy style is not yours or Bucky’s favorite, you both like to see the faces of the people you’re fucking, so fact that there’s a mirror directly across from the couch makes it so much fucking better.

He keeps one hand on your jaw and the other between your legs, rubbing harsh circles on your clit as he fucks the air out of your lungs. You watch his face in the mirror, tilting your head back against his shoulder and reaching your free hand up to thread into his hair.

You’ve, selfishly, forgotten about Steve entirely until he places his hand over yours and starts stroking his cock with your hand. He doesn’t match Bucky’s pace, he goes slow and soft and you know it’s because he’s trying not to cum yet, he doesn’t like making a mess like that.

Bucky’s babbling incoherently into your neck, muffling desperate little whimpers against your skin as he fucks you. His voice is all soft and high-pitched, the way he always gets when he’s about to cum and you fucking love it, god, you could probably cum just from hearing him like this.

He whines your name and pinches your clit and you are so, so fucking close to falling apart. You pull hard at his hair, arching your back as your entire fucking body tenses up. The sounds the two of you are making are so desperately pathetic, paired with the loud, vulgar sounds of your cunt around his cock and it sounds like your both being fucked stupid.

“Oh fuckfuckfuuuuck,” Bucky whimpers against your neck before tilting his head down to press his forehead against your shoulder.

He slows his thrusts, panting into your skin as he draws his hips all the way back before driving them forward just as slow. His fingers are still rubbing rough circles on your clit, slipping messily against your slick skin as he fucks you much softer and slower than he had been.

“Tilt your hips for him honey,” Steve tells you, bucking his hips against your hands.

You listen because you really don’t have the mental capacity not to. Angle your hips back towards his so that this time when his cock slides into you, it grazes against that spot. Your mouth hangs open and your brows pinch together as a broken little whimper falls from your lips.

“Good girl,” Steve coos, moaning low in his chest as he continues hacking himself off with your hand. “There you go baby, she’ll cum for you now, won’t she?” His voice comes out all soft and sweet and it makes Bucky fucking whimper.

“Yeah, fuck…yeah,” You gasp out, nodding your head a little as Bucky’s cock drags ever so slowly over your g-spot.

“Please,” Bucky whines into your shoulder, fingers stuttering against your clit as you clench around his cock.

“Rub your clit for me honey.” Steve coaxes, shifting up onto his knees and moving your hand from his cock to your cunt and Bucky’s hips still, pressing his cock deep within you.

You nod and press your fingers against your clit as Bucky drags his hand up to squeeze your hip. You start out slow at first, whimpering at the contrast of your soft, gentle fingers to Bucky’s rough, demanding ones. Steve runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, pulling his face out of your shoulder with a soft hum.

“C’mon, you can do it Buck,” Steve whispers, running his fingers over Bucky’s cheeks as he cradles his face.

“Wanna cum,” Bucky whines, sniffling a little and just the thought that he might be crying makes you clench around him.

“I know,” Steve sighs, peppering little kisses across Bucky’s flushed face. “I know you do baby, just move a little faster for me, yeah? You wanna make her cum first, don’t you?” 

“Mhmm,” He hums, all soft and needy as he gives Steve a little nod. He inhales a sharp, shuddering breath, whimpering as he draws his hips back and starts fucking you again.

“There you go, baby,” Steve praises, pressing a soft, soothing kiss to Bucky’s lips as he continues stroking his thumbs across Bucky’s cheeks. “Good boy.”

“Jesus,” You gasp out, a breathy moan falling from your lips at the combination of your fingers, Bucky’s cock, and Steve being stupidly soft with Bucky.

“Oh God,” Bucky whimpers, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he starts fucking you eagerly, hard and fast and so so fucking good.

“You,” Steve shifts his attention to you. “You be a good girl and cum for him, yeah?” He whispers, cradling your face in his hands the same way he had been holding Bucky’s.

You nod your head, moving your fingers a little faster against your clit. Something about the combination of Steve telling Bucky how to fuck you, Bucky’s cock driving hard and fast into your cunt, over your g-spot, and your own fingers on your clit is making you fucking delirious and you’re too far gone to even try to decipher what.

“He’s been waiting for this for a long time, honey. Be a good girl and let him have it, ok?” Steve tells you, pressing a similarly soft kiss to your lips before pulling back and settling back down on the couch to watch the two of you.

Bucky’s rambling nonsense into the crook of your neck, nipping and mouthing at your skin. He drives his hips into you a little harder, thrusts growing reckless and impatient as you clench around him. 

Your whole body feels hot and sweaty, muscles growing weak and shaky as his cock continues slamming into your g-spot. Your head feels blissfully empty and you thrust your hips back against his, driving yourself closer and closer to the edge. Your clit is swollen and puffy and so incredibly sensitive but you need more, you press two fingers against your clit and rub harder, faster to match Bucky’s needy thrusts.

You’re clenching around him so tight that it almost hurts and his cock can barely move inside of you. He groans low in his throat, all deep and rumbly against your back as he bends you forward so that he can fuck you deeper. You brace a hand on Steve's shoulder, nails digging into his skin as an entirely too needy whine weasels its way out of your throat. 

Bucky’s holding back, already on the knife’s edge of his climax. He wants, needs to cum but more than that, he needs you to cum and he knows you’re close too. He can feel it in the way your cunt is squeezing around his cock, throbbing and pulsing with each thrust of his hips and its driving him fucking insane. He whimpers and tosses his head back, gripping your hips in both hands and dragging you back on his cock with each thrust.

Steve curses under his breath and when you look down you see him stroking his own cock as he watches you and that’s it. You fall brutally over the edge the second you see that. 

You lose yourself, eyes rolling back in your head as your mouth hangs open with a desperate whimper. Your whole body tenses up, back arching, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder hard enough to draw blood. Your cunt squeezes around Bucky’s cock and pulses as he thrusts into you with short, shallow thrust before he fucking spills inside of you. His cock throbs and twitches inside of you and you can just barely hear his pathetic whimpering over the sound of your own pulse hammering in your ears.

Before you’re even able to try to come down from your climax, Bucky is pulling out of you and Steve is yanking you into his lap. Pushing his cock up into you before you even have a chance to whine at the loss of Bucky’s. 

“Oh fuck me, Jesus,” Steve grits out, grasping at your hips as he bucks up into you.

He fucks you with a fierceness that leaves you standing at the precipice of your second climax, ready to fall into your third at a moments notice. You fall weakly into his chest, whimpering breathlessly into his skin as he fucks you to tears. 

You’re sobbing and breathless, still wound up impossibly tight from your last climax. The wet sticky sounds your cunt is making and the sobbing whimpers leaving your mouth mix with Steve’s choked out moans and it sounds so incredibly fucking vulgar. 

You’re lost in a sea of pleasure and painful overstimulation, standing on the edge of another climax before you’ve even come down from the last one. Your cunt pulses around Steve’s cock and your hips writhe against his, stuck somewhere between wanting more and less at the same time. 

God, you want to cum again, you really fucking do but fuck it’s just too fucking much. It hurts, every brutal thrust of Steve’s cock draws a cry from your lips and you’re half tempted to tell him to stop but it's a good kind of hurt. Like pressing your fingers against a fresh bruise, it hurts but you want to do it again and again and again.

“Fucking hell,” Steve grits out, grasping the back of your neck to push you forward into his body so he can fuck you harder. “Sh-shhh honey, you’re okay.” He tries to soothe you, smoothing his hand over your back as you sob into his shoulder.

You gasp out his name, digging your nails into his skin as you clench around him. Your entire body writhes, squirming pathetically atop of him and you don’t know if you’re trying to get away or get more but he holds you in place either way.

“C’mon, you can give me one more,” He groans into your skin, mouthing at your shoulder as he holds you against him.

“It hurts,” You sob out, gasping for breath as he fucks up into your cunt so hard you think you might pass out.

“I know it does, but you can take it.” He tries to soothe you but all it does is work you up even more. “Be a good girl for me, you can gimme one more can’t you, honey?” He says it like a question but you know it’s not, he’s gonna get another orgasm out of you whether you give it willingly or not and that thought drives you crazy.

You nod your head pathetically, sobbing and whimpering into his skin with each brutal thrust of his hips. You slip one hand back between your legs and your entire body fucking jolts the second you touch your fingers to your clit. It only takes a few, gentle rubs against your puffy clit before you're falling completely and totally over the edge yet again.

It’s not a particularly satisfying climax, it’s fast and painful but theres a hint of relief that comes with it. It leaves you even more sensitive than the last and Steve has to use both hands to hold your hips still as he fucks up into you. He curses your name under his breath giving you a few final thrusts before he’s cuming into your cunt and fucking you full of his and Bucky’s cum.

You’re sobbing into his shoulder, going limp on top of him as your cunt tightens up around his cock so tight he can't move. He’s murmuring soft praise into your skin, and you feel both his and Bucky’s hands running over your back to try and soothe you.

You stay like that for a while, or at least it feels like a while to you but you’ve lost all concept of time so it really could’ve been just a few seconds. Bucky tucks himself into Steve’s side, rubbing slow circles on your back as you rest limply in Steve’s lap. Steve’s running his hands through your hair, whispering soft, soothing words into your skin as you slowly come down.

“You doing alright, princess?” Bucky whispers, dipping his head down to press a startlingly soft kiss to your shoulder.

You nod weakly, muttering out something alarmingly close to gibberish as you flutter your eyes open. Your brain feels like fucking mush, you can’t even formulate a clear enough thought to speak, like they’ve fucked the english language right out of your head.

“Mm, told you we’d fuck you stupid, didn’t he?” Bucky teases, smiling fondly as he rests his head beside yours on Steve’s shoulder.

“Be nice, Buck,” Steve scolds, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you back to meet your eye. His thumbs stroke gently at your cheeks, wiping at your tears as he gives you the most utterly love-struck smile. “You sure you’re alright honey, went kinda rough on you didn’t we?”

“Sleepy,” Is the only word you can think of, earning a chuckle from both men as Steve guides your head back to his shoulder.

“Let’s get you cleaned up first then you can sleep, yeah?” Steve whispers and Bucky’s getting up from the couch before Steve even finishes his sentence.

“Mhmm,” You hum, wincing softly as Steve shifts, pulling out of you and flipping you over so that you’re laying on your back.

“Did such a good job, baby, let us take care of you.” Steve whispers, peppering loving kisses all over your face as Bucky returns, running a damp rag over your thighs. 

You’re asleep before they even finish cleaning you up but you think you hear one of them say something about getting your paperwork done for you and God, you fucking love them.

[imavikingo]

Steve and Loki knew each other from Steve’s figure drawing class that’s what Steve thinks, anyway).Loki was one of the models for a couple of months (in both of his human forms).

Loki was bored out of his mind and Thor was being a menace AGAIN (and he deserved to be stabbed a little bit for that transgression, but another time, it wasn’t that relevant at the moment). 

So… he decided to visit the humans for a change. Odin was busy and Heimdall wouldn’t care, surely. It was for a short period of time after all and he didn’t want to do much mischief… this time.

And that is what he did, he went to a different place too, not the one he was used to. Brooklyn sure sounded… charming. 

He decided to people-watch discreetly for a while, he wanted to mess up with a certain type of human and ahh! gotcha. Walking by the alley he was in, a peculiar man arrived.

He was almost delicate, tiny with sunshine hair and stubborn eyes like forget-me-nots flowers with a touch of emerald in them. Were those bruises on his face? Pity. Had he broken his nose too? Umhh… irrelevant, focus. 

He couldn’t be more than 5’6 and oh! How interesting, he was carrying a sketchbook as it was the most precious treasure he could ever find. 

Yes, this was the human he wanted to follow and mess with. 

He followed him without being detected thanks to his magic. This human didn’t look as easy to fool like others and that made this more exciting. 

He arrived at a nondescript building, and entered with the confidence Loki was sure he lacked 75% of the time. 

And what is this? Are they…

Oh, of course, he’s an artist. This human was turning more interesting each time he thinked about it.  

Loki observed the class, the model (they’re really not that pretty, I would be a much better subject) and the work of the students. 

Steve (Yes, he finally learned the human’s name thanks to his teacher) really did have a gift and he was wasting it with sub-par models. Steve needed better references and that would be him. Yes, yes of course. He would grace this group of humans with his presence and Steve better appreciate it.

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Steve, when he got a good look at Loki once again in Germany: YOU!!! 

Loki: Hi Steven, or should I say Captain? huh… You look good taller

Steve: That's irrelevant! What the hell, Loki!  

Loki: Well… you see…

Tony: I second that because WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!!

*After they find Bucky on the bridge*

Steve: He was Bucky, I-

Nat, exasperated: Are you fucking kidding me Rogers! AGAIN? 

Steve,embarrassed: Hey! it's not my fault this happened twice!

Nat: How many assassin boyfriends do you have, by chance?

Steve: That’s uncalled for! And you know it! they aren't my boyfriends either, what's wrong with you Nat!???

Sam, confused af: Wait, What is happening here? 

Nat,typing on her phone: Stark will love to hear about this 

Steve: Hey hey! don’t involve him in this!!!!

Maria: I’m so lost…

Fury,sighing: Motherfucker, not again. 

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Wet & (Emotionally) Messy

After a tough mission, James finds Tony's vulnerable side. CW: Mentions of death of a peripheral character, mentions of violent altercation, smut. Mostly just smut. Anal fingering & anal intercourse, M/M oral, dom/sub dynamic, bratty submissive. Prompts fulfilled; - 'Dom Big Dick Bucky Barnes', 'Teasing' and 'Wet & Messy' - Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); - "Don't Say That", "I'll Be Fine" and "Please Let Me In" - @tonystarkbingo (Mark VII); - 'A prepared to take the killing blow for B, but at the last second B takes it for A instead' - Post-@julybreakbingo. (Blackout! Check out the masterlist here!)

Check it out below, or on AO3 here. Boards at the end, Avengers divider from @firefly-in-darkness!

We sat quietly around the table, each poking morosely at our food with disinterest. The morning had been horrendous, and we were all licking our wounds, visibly affected by the absence of Tony from our gathering.

“Has anyone spoken to him?” Natasha asked, her voice uncharacteristically hushed and uncertain. A chorus of negative murmurs rippled around the table in response, and she grimaced, taking another bite of her salad. It was clear nobody wanted to offer – but the arrogant billionaire’s absence was unsettling, and I let out a sigh as I pushed myself back from the table.

“I’m on it.”

“Bucky-”

I waved a hand at Steve, cutting him off gently. “He’s going to be pretty pissed with himself. If he needs to punch something, I’m sure I can irritate him enough to make that happen.” I smiled wryly as my childhood friend hesitated before nodding, lowering his eyes once more, seemingly grateful to have the responsibility taken from him and not eager to fight for it.

“Stark?”

My knuckles rapped gently on the wood, and I paused to listen. There was no response, but my enhanced hearing picked up the distant drip of a shower and hitching breathing.

Oh…

Hesitating, I looked back down the hall, torn between interrupting to offer him comfort and simply walking away. The latter would be easier, but…

The handle turned readily under my metal fingers, the sound of his sobs coming clearer as I entered the lounge. I realised distantly that I’d never been in his quarters as I moved through the space, feeling like an unwanted intruder in a sacred area, footsteps light and nervous.

The bathroom door was ajar, and I approached wearily, wincing at the gasps and sniffles that were audible over the sound of running water. “Tony? Are you okay?” I knocked gently on the door, and earned a loud sniff in response, followed by him clearing his throat.

“Barnes? What the hell are you doing in my room? Get out!” His voice cracked at the end as he snapped, and I heard the sound of him scrabbling, followed by the door quickly slamming in my face, the latch snicking into place immediately after.

“Ton-”

“Fuck off, James.”

I rested my forehead on the wood with a soft sigh, one hand resting against the door. “Tony… Please. Let me in.” I spoke quietly, and his own voice was hushed when he replied.

“It’s all my fault.”

“That’s not true. You did everything you co-”

“I could have taken the shot from that blaster. The suit would have been fine. I would have been fine.” He sniffed again, and I winced sympathetically. “Why would she do that?”

We’d all seen it, watching helplessly as Tony moved in front of a young girl as a bolt of blue light shot toward them, the blast too fast for him to raise his glowing palms in response. He was right – the suit would have absorbed the shot without much more the superficial damage.

But the girl – barely out of teenagehood – had shoved the red-and-gold hero out of the way, his surprise making him stumble as the bolt seared a hole straight through her chest. He caught her before she hit the ground, but it was already too late, and a roar of rage blew through our comms as he fired blast after blast at the offending enemy, tearing them apart without mercy or hesitation.

“I don’t know,” I admitted softly, eyes closing as I recoiled at the memory. “I… I guess she didn’t think you’d survive it.”

“Even if that were true,” he countered, irritation leaking back into his tone, “why would be my life be worth more than hers? Why would she sacrifice herself for me?”

I opened my mouth to reply just as hotly, but then closed it slowly once the reality of his words sunk in. “…You don’t think you’re worth saving… Do you?”

I was met with only silence, my heart hammering nervously in my chest, until he cleared his throat. “I… I don’t think my life is more important than anyone else’s. Nobody should die for me.”

“Tony, you save hundreds, thousands of people regularly – not to mention how much you donate, and the charitable uses for your inventions. I hate to say it – truly – but you might actually have saved more people than any of the rest of us. I don’t think like it’s unreasonable that someone would-”

“I’m not worth it!” he snarled, and I heard him turn in his spot, hand colliding heavily with the wood. “She shouldn’t have died – not for me!”

Blinking in surprise, I drew back from the door, briefly stunned for words. “Don’t… Don’t say that, Tony. What she did sucks, but… She made a choice because she thought you were worth it. Do you want to discredit her memory by saying she was wrong?”

The silence stretched out for a few more moments, before another sniff sounded through the wood, accompanied by the sound of him sliding to the floor. “You can leave,” he monotoned. “I’ll be fine.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why? Why do you care, Barnes? You don’t like me, I don’t like you. Can’t you just leave me alone?”

Inhaling sharply in a soft huff, I turned my back to the door, also lowering myself to the ground. “… You think I don’t like you?” I inquired quietly, stuck dumb by this revelation. “I like you fine. I just figured you still hated me – understandably - so I tend to stay out of your way.”

“I don’t hate you,” he answered softly, barely audible even to my sensitive hearing.

“You don’t?”

“No, James. I don’t.”

“… Then let me in. Please.”

I waited with bated breath for his response, uncertain and anxious, until I heard him move to his feet and slowly slide the latch on the door.

His face appeared through a narrow crack, blotchy and flushed from crying, and I grimaced sympathetically. “Tony…”

“Just don’t,” he muttered, pushing past me, a towel around his waist and his bare chest still glistening from the shower. “Like I said – I’ll be fine. Just… Leave me alone, Buck. Please.”

I reached out to grasp his wrist, pulling him to a halt. “No. I’m not going to let you sit here and mope by yourself; you’ll probably drink yourself to death in the process. You need to be around the team, Tony.”

He snorted, sitting on the bed, resting on his elbows on his knees. “No, I need to forget about it. You can either help with that, or leave me alone.”

I blinked in surprise as he reached for a bottle of whisky, pouring himself a cut glass half full without looking at me. “… How can I help?”

He paused, his eyes on the amber liquid in the tumbler between his fingers. “I intended to call in some… Services. You can save me the money, if you like.”

With a raised eyebrow, I half-stepped back, stunned to silence for a moment as my mouth went dry. “I… I, uh…”

He flushed minutely, taking a long swig from his drink before responding. “I’m teasing you, Barnes. Calm down. I’m sure I can find a different pretty boy who’s willing to suck my cock.”

I snorted, shaking my head light-heartedly. “I don’t get on my knees for anyone, Stark. I make others kneel.”

… Did he just call me a pretty boy?

His eyebrow twitched, lips pressing together minutely. “I… Am sure that could be arranged.”

Another owlish blink, and my gaze skirted his jawline, the hairpin curve of his lip and the enticing hollow of his throat. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t thought of it – had dreams of those burnt sienna eyes wide and intoxicated as I claimed his mouth, metal fingers possessively tangled in mahogany hair – but it’d never been more than a briefly passing fantasy, something borne in the haze of the half-awake and blood flooding to my arousal as I stirred. “I-”

“Look, I have needs right now, Barnes. You want to help? Fine; that’s how you help. So get your pants off, or get out.”

My throat turned dry, but I took a step forward, then another, my confidence growing as the metres between us passed until his knees were pressed to my legs and my cocky smile reserved for these moments firmly in place. “Was that an order, Stark?” My fingers wrapped around his glass, taking it gently from his hand, and when he didn’t object, my free palm found his chest and pushed him onto his back.

He inhaled sharply as his bare skin met the sheets, his heart pounding to such an extent that it was audible over my own, and I smirked, putting down his drink to undo my belt. “Is this what you want, Stark? A strong man to take control and fuck you until all the thoughts are gone from that pretty little head?”

Swallowing dryly, he nodded faintly, the towel over his lap shifting minutely as his enthusiasm for the situation began to show. I grasped his thighs and jerked him closer, stepping between his legs to lean over him, one hand wrapped lightly around his throat, the other keeping me from crushing him beneath my weight as my lips ghosted over his.

He whimpered softly with desire, and my gentle, teasing resolve snapped.

My grip on his throat tightened, and I crashed my mouth against his, our kiss imbued with whisky and salted by the tears still fading from his skin. His body pressed needily against me, hands coming up to claw at my back and drag up my shirt, but I pinned his wrists over his head with a growl. “Hands to yourself until I tell you otherwise, Stark. You don’t get to touch me, or yourself, until you have my express permission. Do you understand me?”

He whined and nodded again, back arching once more, hard cock pressed into the hollow beneath my hipbone in a desperate attempt for friction. “Yes, Sir…”

I groaned as I kissed him again, shifting back to sit on the bed, moving my eyes to his body still lay prone and panting. “Well? On your knees, boy. I believe I was promised a pretty boy on my cock.”

He scrambled to kneel before me immediately, almost purring with delight as my fingers found his hair lightly, glancing to me for clarification before jerking down my jeans, pressing his lips against the outline straining in my boxers with a happy sigh. My head fell back, eyes closing in pleasure, until he pulled my underwear down, and I felt him still uncertainly. With a grin, I looked down, finding him wide-eyed and dumbstruck. “What’s wrong, pet?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever… I’ve never been with someone so… Well-equipped,” he murmured, hesitantly trailing kisses along my length, still looking somewhat perturbed by the thick cock he’d uncovered. With a smile, I smoothed my palm over his hair, gently soothing.

“Don’t think you can take it?”

He looked up at me as he reached my lightly weeping tip, tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre-come gathered by his lips. “I’m certainly going to try.”

With a soft moan, I watched in enraptured wonder as his lips parted, slowly taking my head into his mouth with his eyes on mine. He was clearly experienced with this, as much as my cock came as a shock – he took the majority of my length without struggling, swallowing as I entered his throat to take me deeper. Tears of pleasure pricked his eyes when I buried myself inside him, his lips strained around my cock, cheeks hollowed as he sucked at me needily. With a groan, I wrapped a hand in his hair tightly, pressing ever further, shuddering in pleasure as his nose pressed against my skin, the entirety of my length vanishing inside him delightfully. His fingers grasped at my hips, holding me to him, seemingly revelling just as much as I in his capacity for cock, before he shifted slowly, letting the base of my cock drag along his tongue as he drew back, taking in a long, starved breath before burying me inside his throat once more. A loud hiss of ecstasy sounded as my free hand joined the other, holding his head still as I shifted faster, his eyes closing in pleasure.

“That’s it; God, you’re such a good boy, Stark. I never thought you’d suck cock like such a slut – but look at you now, taking every inch like a well-trained whore…” I thrusted a little harder, one hand shifting to grasp his throat lightly, my length nudging against my palm as he swallowed around me. His fingers tightened, nails pricking my skin and spurring me on, lost in his place on his knees and subservient. “Just like that, Tony…”

All too soon, I pulled my cock free of those flushed, perfect lips, tip trailing over his skin and leaving a smear of my essence on his cheek. He whined softly, eyes opening to look up at me, but I simply smirked in response. “Oh, don’t look so worried, sweetheart. I’m not done with you yet… Get on the bed.”

With a brief, startled blink of surprise, he obeyed, moving to settle nervously on the sheets, the towel still wrapped around his waist doing nothing to conceal his arousal. My hand found his jaw, thumb skimming over the smudge of pre-come on his cheek, and I smiled softly. “Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir,” he whispered, lips parting to take my pad and lick his prize from my skin. “I’m just nervous.”

My grin grew bigger, and I leant in to kiss him gently. “I’ll be careful with you, my poor, fragile creature.”

He nodded and lay back, murmuring under his breath about condoms and lubricant. I explored the bedside table he gestured to, smirking at some of the other things I found nestled amongst ropes and restraints, taking a mental inventory for my absent-minded fantasies. By the time I turned back to him, condom in place and my length dripping lube, he was naked and eager, languidly stroking his cock, hand stuttering when I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t I tell you to ask permission before you touch yourself?”

His fingers released himself quickly, cheeks flaming. “I-I… I’m sorry. I forgot. It won’t happen again…” He wriggled closer, legs spreading without being told. “Please, Sir. Don’t make me wait… I need you.”

“Roll,” I grunted, waving a hand pointedly. He obliged immediately, the toned curve of his ass making my mouth water, and he shivered in delight as my slick fingers trailed over his hole, hips twitching toward my touch. “My, my, Stark… You’re a truly desperate little whore, aren’t you? I’m surprised you’ve not begged me to fuck you sooner…”

“I didn’t beg now,” he muttered, fingers curling into fists on the sheets, and I chuckled under my breath.

“Even now – your legs spread, ass so eager for my cock – you’re trying to maintain some semblance of that famous Stark pride, are you?” I tutted, enjoying the gasp and quiet moan as I slid one finger patiently inside him. “Or is it arrogance? Either way, I’m sure I can rid you of it easily enough.”

He was rutting back immediately into my touch, clearly unbothered by the single digit, so I pressed another into him quickly, earning another whine, his grip on the sheets tightening as I worked him patiently.

“I don’t b-beg,” he stammered, cheek resting on the sheets as his hips rolled in a desperate attempt to take me deeper.

“Really?” I crooned, adding a third alongside the first two, a guttural groan sounding in response as I curled them inside him.

“I-I- fuck – I’ve never begged… N-not for anyone…” His voice came out as a whimper, ragged breath rasping between his teeth as he trembled, his cock twitching between his legs as he writhed minutely. Humming thoughtfully, I moved my hand even slower, smirking as his head turned to glare at me. “Stop being a dick, Barnes. If you’re going t-to fuck me, just fuck me.”

“Beg.”

He growled in response, eyes flashing, and I smiled innocently, drawing one finger out, the other two working his stretched hole patiently. “How about now?”

“I don’t beg.”

Sighing, I removed a second, and he whined, my single digit barely registering in the loosened ring of muscle. “Are you sure?”

“I. Don’t. Beg.”

I pulled my hand free at last, metal fingers curling around his hip to hold him still as I lined myself up at his entrance and let out another quiet sigh. “That’s disappointing… But I’m sure you’ll suffice.” My tip eased inside him slowly, and he hissed, grasp tightening in the bedding, but growled when I paused.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Laughing under my breath, I began to draw back, the very end of my cock almost slipping free when he whimpered.

“Fine.”

“What was that, pet?” I smiled, leaning closer, halting my retreat as I feigned struggling to hear. “Did you say something?”

He sighed, turning his head to look at me once more where I knelt behind him, holding him tightly. “I… I said fine. I’ll beg.” I let my cock sink in another half-inch, and he shivered with delight.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I murmured, leaning forward to wrap my hand around his throat, jerking him up against my chest and pressing a delicate kiss to his sweat-damp cheek. “The better you beg, the harder I’ll fuck you. So… Beg for it like a good whore, and I’ll fuck you like one.”

I felt his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, nodding shallowly. “P… Please, James. Sir. Please… Fuck me.” My cock shifted minutely deeper, torturously slowly, and I held back a whine of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching around my length. “Oh, f-fuck… God, Ja- Sir, fuck- your cock is so damn big… I need you to fuck me, please… Please, Sir, make me feel good… Stretch me out and pound me into the f-fucking mattress…”

I growled under my breath, fingers tightening on his throat, slowly pressing deeper inside him. “Almost there, boy… Think you can take it all?” He nodded quickly, hips twitching under the fierce vibranium grip, and I sheathed myself smoothly, earning a violent shudder and a groan of delight. “That’s it… You’re so pretty wrapped around my cock, Stark…”

I stayed almost motionless for a moment, my movements almost imperceptible, revelling in the feeling of being entirely buried inside the Great Tony Stark while he trembled and mewled like a common whore. He turned his head to meet my gaze, pupils blown wide with lust, and licked his lips. “Please… Please, Sir… You know what I need. I-I need you. You feel so good, fuck… Please just pound me with your thick cock, James. Make me feel incredible. Make me come and scream your name, please…”

Groaning with resignation, I shoved his chest back to the bed, both hands finding his hips and pulling almost entirely out before slamming back inside him, earning a yelp and gasp and whimper of utter delight, his head jerking in frantic nods. “Yes! Oh God, yes, please, James- fuck me nice and hard, make me yours-”

His words died into desperate yowls and moans as my resolve snapped and I began to work him in earnest, using every inch of my – admittedly impressive – length to make him shiver and writhe in ecstasy. Snarling under my breath, I pulled him back against me in time with my hips snapping forward, watching with satisfaction as the skin of his toned ass began to colour from my strength. His muscles were already tensing, fingers twitching with need, and I dug my nails in lightly as his lips parted once more, lost in the way his body was jerking with each thrust. “Pl- please- James- fuck- I-I need- C-can- Please-”

Smiling absently, I fucked him harder, my words coming barely audible over his desperate, garbled pleas. “Stroke that cock for me, boy. Say my name, and you can come for me.”

It barely took his fingertips brushing his length for him to yowl for me, back arching as his seed soaked the sheets, his voice cracking as he cried out with pleasure. The sound of my name falling willingly from the billionaire’s lips as I showed him a higher power was all it took for me to follow him into the abyss, grunting out my own enjoyment with a few final, rough thrusts, sending him sprawling into his own mess.

Afterwards, Tony collapsed to the sheets, his ass already showing the first signs of bruising, skin slick with sweat and his own essence. He whined softly with each breath, eyes half closed, while I hissed at the snap of the condom against my sensitive length. “Jesus, Stark… You take it well. I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, Sir,” he mumbled agreeably, half-smiling, exhausted and placated. “… Thanks for your help. That… Yeah. Helped.” I laughed, running a fingertip over the fingernail marks still embedded on his hip. “I’m very glad. Feel free to call for me the next time you’re experiencing some… Emotional distress.” My hand found his still-damp hair, tipping his head back gently to skim my lips over his. “I like you wet and messy, Stark. You’re far more palatable when you’re begging.”

He chuckled lazily, a faint blush colouring his cheeks. “’m gonna have to take another shower…” With a soft groan, he slid from the bed, dragging the sheet with him, pausing only minutely as he waved a hand over his shoulder. “… You can stay, if you like. Uh… It… Might be nice not to spend the night alone.”

The bathroom door closed behind him, and I hesitated, looking between the wood and the sheetless bed.

“… FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“Where are the bedsheets?”

[landograndprix]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 - b.b

18+ only, minors dni!

— a/n: don't know what this is, don't know if I like it, wrote it in less than an hour, no proofreading, bon apple teeth

— pairings: mob!bucky x f!reader

— summary: Bucky's had a rough and eventful week, his rivals daughter is the only one who can make it all better.

— warnings: swearing, cheating(which I don't condone but love writing),age-gap (readers mid/late 20s, bucky's late 30s), smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, oral (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking,  readers a big sub, pet names (baby girl, baby), slight breeding kink?

— wordcount: 1.1k+

— this is a repost from my old account, I'm slowly going to put my old stuff on here since I'm going to deactivate the other!

The parking lot behind one of his many businesses in town is dimly lit by the single street lantern standing right next to where Bucky had parked his car minutes ago. The sound of city life is loud and yet muffled in his ears, his mind somewhere else.

Emergency, that's what the call had been, a cry for help even. His week had been nuts, filled with stressful meetings, money problems and daily arguments with his wife. Draining most of his energy, leaving him tired and frustrated. A desperate need to feel something else, something good. 

A revenge act, that's how it had begun. It was supposed to be a one time thing; fuck the daughter of his biggest enemy in town just to screw with him, use the person he loves the most– a big fuck you to the man who had caused bucky so many problems. But Bucky had become addicted, kept thinking about how her lips felt around his cock, how tight she'd been and her sweet, sweet moans. He kept coming back to her. 

And maybe it's love, Bucky knows for sure he feels something for the younger woman– she makes him feel alive, makes him feel alive and hell, even makes him feel wanted, something his wife stopped doing long ago. Drives him wild. 

And just as he'd asked her to do, she ties her hair back and drops down onto her knees, bucky's dick twitches at the thought of what's about to come.

Unzipping his pants, he reaches for his hard cock strained against the fabrics of his boxers, a sigh of relief falling from his lips as he pulls himself out, the sudden cold against his skin is sending a shiver down his spine.

Bucky doesn't need to say a thing, she's heard the stress in his voice when he'd called, damn near pleading for a couple of minutes with her alone– Bucky strokes himself and takes a step forwards, running the tip of his dick against her lips and slowly pushes himself between her lips. A low groan leaving his lips at the feel of her tongue against the base of his cock. 

'Just do whatever, I'll tell you when to stop.' The words linger in the back of his mind again; she's said them many times before, especially after stressful weeks like this– an open invitation to do whatever, use her how he wants and fuck his frustrations out– he knows her limits and knows when to stop, so he once again goes to town.

Placing a hand behind her head, Bucky pulls her further down his cock, the tip hitting the back of her throat. He keeps her there for a second before he slowly moves his cock back and forth, sliding perfectly in and out, her moans vibrating against his skin. Bucky moans.

"Shit, fucking love your mouth, baby girl." 

Pulling back out, he gives her a moment to catch her breath and watches her adjust on her knees. And as she opens her mouth again, Bucky slides his cock right back in. And with his hand still behind her head, holding her in place, bucky speeds up his thrusts, fucking her mouth the way he loved it, thr way he always did– vulgar. 

Looking down, Bucky admires the view. The corners of her eyes brimmed with tears, pretty lips around his cock and the sweet moans and gagging making it all much better. 

He's in heaven but the band in his stomach tightens with every trusts and he knows he's close– bucky pulls out with a groan and let's go of her head while taking a step back. 

"Get up baby, get in the back– want to be inside you," opening the back door of his car, Bucky watches as she stands back on her own two feet and does as he says.

'Just do whatever, I'll tell you when to stop.'

Bucky's in awe, like always when she crawls in the back and effortlessly pulls her panties off from underneath her dress, giving him a full view of her wet cunt. 

"Oh baby," Bucky growls low "you're going to be the death of me."

Crawling in the backseat with her, Bucky meets her lips in a searing, sloppy kiss, tongues dancing together as he clumsily but successfully pulls his own pants and boxers down to his knees. 

The tip of his dick teases her clit and entrance as he runs it through her folds– bucky pushes his length in her cunt slowly and fully. They both moan at the feeling. 

Any other day, Bucky would've taken his time, enjoying each second with her in the back of his car in this dimly lit parking lot but he's frustrated, angry even. He can't go slow, not tonight, he needs to fuck it all out. 

With a harsh snap of his hips against her hips, she moans out loudly. 

"Fuck, shit–" 

"You like that baby girl?" Bucky groans back "you like it rough?" 

"Yeah–" She breathes out, his cock brushing against her sweet spot with each snap of his hips "right there– faster." 

He doesn't need to be told twice; hooking a hand underneath her knee, bucky yanks her even closer to his body, allowing him to burn himself even deeper and as he feels her walls tighten against his cock, his other hand reaches for her throat and wraps his fingers around it. 

His thrusts fast and sharp, hitting the right spot with each move and the hand around her throats that tightens and losens every so often makes her sees stars, the familiar feeling boiling up in her stomach. 

"There you go, baby girl, cum for me." Bucky groans "Cum all over this dick." 

With one final stroke and a simple squeeze of her throat, the fire in her abdomen set ablaze, back arching and toes curling in her shoes as she cums with a strangled moan. 

Bucky doesn't slow down, doesn't let her ride out her high as he keeps plowing himself in and out of her but the feel of her walls clenching around him gets him one to his own release. And god, he wants to fill her up so bad, the thought of her filled up with his seed knowing she'll be back around her father after this is just a damn gift. 

With two, three final thrusts, bucky cums with a loud moan himself, painting her walls white and fills her up. Thrusts sloppy, he let makes sure she's full with every single drop until he pulls out and admires the mess he's made, cum dripping out of her cunt– bucky slaps her tigh playfully and with the anger and frustration fallen down his body, he chuckles. 

"Thank you, baby girl."

[geeky-politics-46]

Hey! As much as I love dom!Stephen, I was wondering if we could switch things up and if you could write a smut where reader switches their roles one day bc she sees someone flirt with him and gets jealous and he sees she has a possessive side too and then she marks him up to show others he is taken? Thanks !!!

Not Very Good At Subtle

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: When another woman flirts with Stephen you give him a reason to remember exactly who he's going home with & you don't care who overhears it.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - Dom/sub dynamics, jealousy, dirty talk, pet names, oral sex (m receiving), little bit if rough play, semi-public sex, language, it's just pure filth

I may have been imagining this ever since we started seeing pics of him in that suit. I have zero shame. Written so reader can be either a regular person or sorcerer/Avenger.

Nat could tell by the way you jabbed the swizzle stick at the ice in your drink that you were ticked off. She followed your glare and saw the source of your displeasure. A female reporter in a cocktail about one size too small who was trying to cozy up to a certain sorcerer. It didn't help that he looked absolutely fucking delicious in that suit.

You were far less than entertained at the over the top way she had taken to showing her interest in Doctor Stephen Strange. He was an incredibly charming man who had the handsome good looks of a classic movie star. It was just the icing on the cake that he was a genius as well as an MD. He also loved to show off. Literally turning water into wine as one of his favorite party tricks. All those features easily attracted many lovely women or men whenever he wanted, and sometimes when he didn't.

All things that had attracted you to him. Which is exactly why you were perturbed. She was flirting with your man, and while he wasn't necessarily reciprocating it he wasn't dismissing her either. He was making sure to split his attention between the other two or three people in the cluster around him. Occasionally awkwardly acknowledging her when she would place a hand on his upper arm or toss her hair with a phoney laugh before trying to shove her cleavage toward him. 

You had arrived together but quickly found different places to stand. Everyone knew you were friends but you didn't want to be seen as "his date". You were both trying to keep your relationship quiet for the time being. 

Hell the only reason Nat knew why you were so mad was because she had found a little love note he had left for you one day when she was rooting through your purse for a pen. Before she could call you on it loud enough the whole city would know you managed to wrangle her into a room and tell her everything. 

That yes, you and Stephen were seeing each other. That you were a couple. You just weren't ready to be out in the open yet. So other than her, and you suspicioned Wanda, Wong was the only other one who knew for sure. They both had been sworn to secrecy.

Once you had arrived at the event you quickly found the girls and made a beeline for them. Wanda tried to split her time with Vision. Nat and Maria both liked to hang together and people watch. Stephen was more or less forced to mill around, schmoozing with all of the bigwigs. Trying to keep the Avengers in good social standing meant playing dancing monkey. 

"You grip that glass any tighter and you're gonna break it." 

Nat couldn't help but tease you a little. She thought it was adorable the way you and Strange would both dance around each other whenever you were in the same room. You were both terrible at trying to be secretive. How everyone didn't already know about you two was beyond her.

"You know if you want to get his attention you could just go get Bucky or Thor to dance with you." 

A faux innocent grin played on Wanda's face. Trying to goad you into confessing. Or at the very least creating an interesting show for everyone else to watch.

It was now Maria's turn to poke at you. "I think it's more she just wants him away from her."  

"Oh my god does everyone know?" 

They all chuckled and looked at you. Shooting you a look that said just how bad your poker face had really been. Wanda was the one who decided to answer.

"No. Clearly she doesn't. I think most of the guys are still oblivious to. Other than Vis."

You heard the reporter's laugh again and slammed your glass down on the bartop, inadvertently garnering more attention toward yourself. 

"Okay that's it", you said pointedly just as she took another step to try and press herself closer to Stephen. You launched yourself in their direction and walked briskly toward the small group. Slowing as you approached to look more inconspicuous. Once you were behind Stephen you reached around to touch the arm closest to the reporter and wedged your body between them.

"Excuse me, Dr. Strange, we seem to have a little matter that could use your attention in the other room. If I could borrow you for just a moment."

You could see the panic behind his eyes. You called him "Dr. Strange". You never did that. He could also see the reporter staring daggers at you and already trying to reach around you to grab onto his arm to get him to stay.

He fumbled out a hurried "of course", and started following you toward the single bathroom just off the main room. Just barely avoiding the grasp of the now offended other woman. 

You both tried to keep a casual pace, but took large steps to get to the door as quickly as possible. You had no backup plan if someone else beat you to the currently unoccupied private space. Maybe there was a closet nearby, but you didn't have the patience left to look for it.

You pushed him into the bathroom ahead of you and swiftly moved to lock the door behind you. He was already starting to try to calm you down before he even turned to face you. He was very aware why you were upset and wanted to assuage any worry you had. He was crazy about you.

You clapped your hand over his mouth to shush him and pushed him back to the wall with the other. His eyes showed his shock. He was used to being the dominant one and your show of predation caught him completely off guard.

"Shut up Stephen. I'm going to talk, and you are going to answer when told. Do you understand me?" 

A playful glint in your eye told him he should only be a little afraid. You were still in earshot of everyone else surely you wouldn't do anything too crazy. He nodded his head.

"Good boy" 

You pulled your hand away and kissed him hard. Letting your hands ruffle his hair and your body press firmly to his. When you felt his hands grab your ass you reached back and swatted them away signalling you could touch him, but not vice versa. You let the kiss slow before breaking away. 

Smiling at the flush now on Stephen's cheeks and your lipstick now smeared on his mouth. You let your hands slide down his collar to play with the knot in his tie. Letting him catch his breath before you continued on with your game.

Once you could tell his vision was focused and he was paying attention once again you loosened his tie and undid his top button as you let your words fall slow and sultry. Heavy with the possibility of consequence for his action. You were a lioness who had cornered your unsuspecting prey. This was a side of you Stephen had never seen before. Though thrown off balance still, your prey was all too willing to let you devour him.

"Did you think I would really stand by and watch her throw herself at you Stephen? Did you think I didn't notice whenever she would run her hand up your arm? Wanting you to touch her. You wouldn't though, would you baby? There's only one woman you want to touch, isn't there?"

He dropped his head back against the wall and your lips found his throat as you reached down to grab his crotch in one hand. Sucking and biting little marks against the sensitive spots on his neck in between your words. You were marking your territory. 

You knew the answer to your question, and he knew that you knew the answer. 

You could feel his heart starting to race as you let your hand start to stroke and massage his cock. Feeling him grow and harden, hot and heavy under your touch. 

"There's only one woman you want to touch you isn't there Stephen? You like it when I touch you don't you baby? Like when I stroke your cock just like this." 

Stephen moaned and started to grind his hips against your hand. His hands gripped at your hips hesitantly but he didn't try to pull you closer. He didn't know what your endgame was and he didn't want to do anything to accidentally make you stop. 

'You like when I suck your cock too, don't you?"

At that he whimpered a little. He was already putty in your hands and the thought of your mouth on his cock only melted him more. His eyes were squeezed shut and he nodded frantically as he tried to stay quiet.

The hand that was still resting on his chest quickly moved up and pulled his hair hard in your fist making him look you in the eyes. A firm look now on your face.

"Answer me Stephen." 

"Fuck yes sweetheart. Love when you suck my cock. Your mouth feels so good baby. Best I've ever felt. Always want you to suck my cock."

You hiked up the bottom of your dress and knelt down in front of him. Your eyes never left his and the Cheshire cat grin never left your face. Even if you were the one in the physically submissive position you were still very much the one in charge. 

"Well, if you want it Stephen, let me hear you beg for it." 

You dropped your head forward placing a long lascivious lick over the bulge in his expensive suit pants. Teasing him through the fabric. Knowing he would be able to feel the warmth of your tongue just enough to drive him crazy.

Stephen was clearly torn between desperately wanting you to continue and being very aware that everyone in the other room probably saw you disappear in there together. You had already been in there for a decent amount of time. People would get suspicious soon. Plus he knew he wouldn't be able to be quiet if you started sucking him off.

You started to place kisses over his now painfully hard cock. Gazing up at him like you were the one pleading to get him in your mouth. Seeing you look so wanton but so in control was what broke him.

"Fuck it, fuck it if they hear. Want you to suck my cock so bad sweetheart. Need to feel your warm wet mouth, and god the things you do with that tongue. Please suck my cock baby. Please. Need my cock in your mouth."

You licked your lips in anticipation as you undid his dress pants pushing them down to his knees. Taking a moment to admire the tent in his briefs where his cock strained under the fabric. You also couldn't help but take a little lick of the damp spot that had now formed where the head of his cock had already started leaking. Humming in delight at the hint of the taste of him, and making him give out a needy little moan. 

You cocked your head up at him with a cheeky smirk as you grabbed the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down.

"Don't worry Doctor. You know I can make you feel so good."

You made sure to position yourself so that when his long cock sprung free from its constraints it came very close to smacking you in the face. 

Smiling as you gripped his base and kissed his swollen tip before starting to place little kitten licks over it. You stuck out your tongue and made a big show of licking up and down his shaft. Your other hand slid up to start playing with his balls. He was starting to throb in your hands. 

High pitched whimpers and groans coming from the powerful man above you. Little pleas of "please y/n, please." Urging you to suck him in. 

"Since you beg so nicely baby."

You still started slow. Sucking in just his head but moaning as you did. Making a very shallow bobbing motion you slowly started taking him in deeper. Each time you came up you made sure to pull off with a little bit of a pop. You wanted this to be nice and sloppy. A blowjob Stephen would never forget.  

You slid him down your throat inch by inch, holding him there once you hit the base of his cock and swallowed around him the best you could. Using one arm you tried to hold his hips mostly still, looking up at him as the corners of your eyes started to water. Your mascara and eyeliner starting to smudge and run under your eyes.

You let him try to rut against the back of your throat for a moment until you ran out of air. Gasping as you pulled all the way off of him. A string of saliva connecting your mouth to his cock before dripping down your chin when you lowered back and started bobbing on his entire length. 

He clawed at the wall. Desperately trying to keep from grabbing at your hair. He was going to be good and follow your rules because fuck he needed to cum so bad. Between his moans and the cursing mixed with begging, interlaced with the erotic sound of you slurping at his cock there was no way someone couldn't hear exactly what was going on in that bathroom. Stephen was so far gone he couldn't care less.

He practically sobbed when you pulled your mouth away from his throbbing cock. Spitting on it before you started stroking him in your hand. You ducked down to lick and kiss his balls, you could feel them starting to tighten to his body as you worked on him. He was close. 

"I love sucking your cock Stephen, tastes so fucking good. You've got no idea how wet you've got me." 

You moaned as you stroked him and made a show of grinding your hips against nothing. Stopping when you took his head in your mouth and swirled your tongue around the ridge. Licking up all the pre-cum he was dribbling as he teetered on the edge of orgasm. You licked and kissed every inch of his manhood until you were ready to finish him.

"I know you're ready to cum Stephen. You want to cum in my mouth baby? Beg to cum down my throat. Then we can go home and I'm gonna ride your face. Does that sound good, baby? Tell me what you want."

Without waiting for him to answer you started bobbing up and down faster, using your mouth and your hands in sync on him. One hand stroking his base when your mouth pulled up to his head, your other hand tugged gently at his balls like you were milking them. Making sure to give him as much stimulation as you possibly could. Honestly, you were a little surprised when he managed semi-coherent full sentences. 

"God - FUCK! - yes baby, please let me… please make me cum in your mouth. Uhhh! Need to… need to. Need you, need your pussy. Fuck fuck fuck!" 

He came with a loud groan and practically doubled over your body as you swallowed everything he gave you. Smiling to yourself as you let him slide from your mouth. Being sure to lick him clean as he came down from his high. 

You gingerly and carefully pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking him back in before fastening them. His eyes were closed and his mouth was hanging open as he rested against the wall. His normally perfect hair sticking every which way and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. 

You redid his shirt button and straightened his tie, making the handy work you had done on his neck was still somewhat visible. You stepped over to the sink to wet a hand towel before moving back to him. Brushing his hair back into place before using the wet cool cloth to mop his brow.

His eyes were now open and he smiled as he looked down at you as you cared for him. He knew he had hit the jackpot with you. He tilted your chin up with one hand to gently kiss your lips before taking the hand towel and using it to wipe the smeared makeup from under your eyes. 

He pulled you against him and nuzzled into your hair. Humming in contentment and rocking you side to side gently. Stopping and pressing multiple kisses to your forehead.

"You know you had absolutely no reason to worry right? As far as I'm concerned you were the only woman in that room tonight and any other night. I do think our little secret might be out though. We weren't exactly quiet." 

You giggled at his last statement.

"Well you weren't quiet." 

You could practically hear him roll his eyes at your retort.

"Either way though, I don't care. Take me home Stephen. I just want to be with you. You go out first and get my coat. I'll meet you at the door."

He swallowed and started walking toward the door, readying himself for the most public walk of shame of his life. You watched him through the mirror as you fixed your hair.

He barely cracked the door and tried to slip out unnoticed despite the fact that your amorous activities still clearly showed on his skin and in his demeanor. You smiled at yourself in the mirror as you washed your hands and waited an appropriate amount of time to exit. 

Where Stephen tried to fly under the radar you made no attempt to hide. Walking straight through the center of the room with your head raised high. You felt untouchable. As you walked the crowd parted for you like the Red Sea. An aura of sex now surrounding you. 

Deciding to make a little detour you set your handbag on the bar next to the reporter who now stood in stunned silence. You grabbed the martini in front of her and downed the last sip before picking up the napkin underneath it and dabbed at the corners of your mouth. You placed both back down in front of her as You pulled a compact and lipstick bullet from your bag. Making a show of reapplying your lipstick.

You popped both back in your bag and turned to leave. Making sure to look her dead in the eye with a cocky smirk on your face as you turned. The sway in your hips now even greater as you walked through the crowd toward the door where Stephen was already waiting with your coat. 

The clumps of Avengers you passed all displayed different reactions. Tony and Clint grinning from ear to ear, with Pepper and Rhodey trying to hide grins. Steve and Bruce blushing, unable to make eye contact with you. Thor, Sam, & Bucky tipped their glasses and acknowledged you with a "ma'am" or a wink. Wanda giggling next to a quizzical faced Vision. 

Nat turned to nudge your shoulder as you went to walk past her and wiggled her eyebrows. 

"Subtle", she said in a hushed tone. Though it caused Maria to snort loudly next to her.

You grinned back at her without hesitation, eyes never leaving you disheveled & now marked up Doctor.

"Guess I'm not very good at subtle."

A devilish grin appeared on her face before she winked at you.

"That's my girl."

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[bonky-n-steeb]

call me when you want (iii)

summary || when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

warnings || BDSM, Dom! Bucky Barnes, dom/sub dynamics, phone sex, dirty talk, identity porn. ANGST… MINORS DNI.

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I have no idea how this chapter turned out. But I hope you like it ;)

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You were thinking too much.

You weren’t able to sleep the entire night; tossing and turning and thinking. You had to do something before things went downhill and you had to do it now.

You had started to catch feelings for James. And your life was complicated as it is, to even entertain the possibility of James entering it.

On top of that, you had no idea who James was. Knowing he has a nipple piercing didn’t really tell any shit about him. He could be a psychopath for all you knew, though he didn’t sound like one.

It wasn’t that you were in love with James or anything. But if you continued talking with him, you were sure you’d fall for him. Which you couldn’t risk.

So after hours of careful thinking, you’d come to the decision of calling James and ending things with him. All you had to do was place a call and tell him.

It was probably too early, but you didn’t trust yourself to deny him at night. Just then, as if the gods heard you, your phone rang. Without looking at the name, you answered it.

“Hello.” A gruff, hoarse, and a very familiar voice came through. “James?” You sat straight up in your bed. Why had he called you now?

“Yeah it’s me. Could you come in like an hour early today?” Your eyes widened with confusion. Where were you supposed to go? All you and James did was chat and call. “Come where?”

“Really? Why can’t you answer me straight for once in your life.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I want you to come to work an hour early, is that possible?”

You were sleep deprived as it is, and on top of that what the fuck was James talking about? “James what work are you talking about? Don’t we like….” You didn’t complete the sentence and let it hang in the air.

“Are you okay? You remember the avengers right? You work with us. Have you forgotten it? Or are you just too sleepy?” Did James know who you actually were? It was supposed to be anonymous, Fuck!

“Ja.. James… what the fuck? How do you know where I work? I knew it! I knew you were some creepy stalker. God what have I gotten myself into!” You were supposed to say the last two lines in your head but you blurted it out.

“What stalker? You work with me! I’m Bucky!” That very instant, you brought the phone, previously glued to your ear, in front of your eyes and blew a breath through your teeth. It was Bucky.

“Holy fuck! Bucky! It’s you!” You were glad he wasn’t mad, as he started laughing on the other end. “Yeah it’s me. Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. White wolf…”

“I’m so sorry! I thought you were someone else. Your voice is very similar to him and his name is James too.” you chewed your lip with worry. Why was their voice literally the same? Was Bucky the same James you talked to?

No. You were just too sleep deprived. Bucky couldn’t possibly be your dom. There weren’t so many coincidences in real life. But then hadn’t Natasha given you the phone number?

“So…. Are you coming?” You snapped out of your thoughts. “Yeah. I’ll come. Thanks for informing me.” Why had they called you early? “Anytime, doll.”

You released a breath you were holding the moment you hung up. What the hell was that? You had a million questions going through your mind, and they all had only one answer.

You scrolled through your contact list, and dialled James’ number, and checked it thrice to ensure it was James only.

On the other hand, Bucky was laughing his ass off. He was currently in a meeting with Nick Fury, and on his order had called you. Fury and Bucky were discussing a very important mission and it was necessary to have your involvement.

“What happened?” Fury had never seen Bucky laugh so much. “Nothing. But she’s coming early, we will talk to her then.” Fury nodded and Bucky excused himself from the meeting.

A part of him felt bad for you, he really did. But the incident was more funnier than sad. You had almost caught him, and he wasn’t prepared if you had; but gladly you didn’t.

He was walking through the halls and when his other phone, the one he used for the sex hotline, rang. He quickly walked into his cabin before checking it. He wasn’t expecting it to be your call.

“Hey!” He cleared his throat and purposely made his voice an octane deeper. “Are you free right now?” Your voice was unsure and though he had work, he always had time for you.

“Yeah. Is everything okay?” You only ever talked at night, something must been very important for you to call him. “Actually I wanted to talk to you about… us.” Bucky gulped at your tone and prepared himself for the inevitable.

“We can’t do this anymore.”

You clutched the phone to your ears and you didn’t know why but you were shedding tears. If felt like a breakup, or rather if felt much more intimate than a break up.

You had shared a part of yourself in front of James which you hadn’t ever shown anyone. You had been vulnerable, stripped to your barest essence, and James had held your hand throughout it.

It might not mean much to him; but to you it was everything. And you didn’t want to continue such a beautiful story and end it in misery and pain.

“Can I ask you why?” Bucky was trying his best to control his voice from breaking. He knew you’d be too shy to come to him in real life, so those phone calls meant a lot to him. 

“It’s just…. It’s just that I’m falling for you. I’ve started listening to your voice where I shouldn’t be and I constantly think about you. You’re a wonderful man James, and it’s getting difficult for me to not love you.”

Bucky could hear you sniffling and it broke his heart. “Maybe you could meet me. We could get to know each other. Because you too are making it difficult for me to not fall in love with you.”

“I… we can’t do that.” You didn’t have it in yourself to meet James face to face. All this time you’d been imagining Bucky and distorting that fantasy would hurt you.

You felt liked you’d used James for your stupid fantasy. It was just supposed to be sex; there shouldn’t have been any feelings involved.

And you weren’t sure if you really liked James or if you liked the image of James you’d created in your head. And it was more unfair to James than to you.

“I wish things were different.” You sobbed into the phone. “I wish that too.” You both stayed silent after that, just basking in the presence of each other.

“Take care of yourself baby doll.” He still cared so deeply for you, even after you were abruptly ending it all. It made you feel guiltier. “I’ll never regret meeting you James. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.”

Bucky knew he was going to see you in an hour in the office, but still ending the phone call felt too much for him. With a final goodbye, you ended the call.

~~~

“Are you serious?” You hadn’t thought you’d ever ask this question to Nick Fury out of all the people in the world. That man was always serious, but you couldn’t believe what he was asking at the moment.

“You want me to go on a mission?” You asked incredulously. “Yes.” Was Fury’s short and precise reply. “But I’m not an agent! I’m just a writer, that’s all.”

You were surprised to find out that the reason Bucky had called you in early was to ask you to go for a mission. That too undercover.

Like you were bad at hiding your identity at a sex hotline. And these people were expecting you to go undercover in an actual mission.

“You have Natasha, Wanda and like a hundred other shield agents. Why me?” This day was getting weirder by the second.

“Because they have records of all the other agents. Including Natasha and Wanda. These people are dealing with nuclear weapons and they know who they are going against.

You’re the only person we can trust and at the same time get the work done. If we fail, the world will be in danger. So, are you doing this?”

“You cannot use words like that and expect me to say no. Hell yeah I’m doing it.” Except you, only Fury, Bucky and Steve were there and the room collectively sighed with relief.

“But what’s the mission and what am I supposed to do?” Now it was Bucky who spoke up. “It’s not really much. We are to pose as a couple to enter the party and once we are in, all you have to do is distract Jason Ford.”

Ford was the dealer who had arranged the party in the first place. “Oh. Distract him?… and Wait! What do you mean by we?” You were going with Bucky?

“I’ll be posing as your date and while you distract him, I’ll steal the blueprints of their plan.” You stared at his face for a whole minute before the meaning of his words seeped in.

“You?” You wanted to say more but you stopped right there. “If you don’t want him, I can come too.” Bucky never wanted to make Steve shut up more than now for giving this stupid advice.

Bucky was the one who had suggested your name to Fury. And now Steve was being an ass and destroying everything. “No Rogers you can’t. Everyone knows you.”

“But then what about you? Won’t they recognise you Bucky?” Bucky just smirked and shook his head. “Nope. I’m not an official avenger yet, so the databases don’t have my name and therefore they don’t have any idea I work here.”

“Okay. But what do you mean by distract? Please tell me it’s not what I’m thinking.” What were they gonna make you do? “It’s nothing too much, just keep him company until Bucky comes back.”

“Oh. Okay then. We’ll go.” The smile Bucky gave was what could only be described as a million watt smile. He couldn’t wait to have you alone.

~~~

“How do I look?” You were wearing a very elegant and stylish dress which was all funded by the agency and you were having full blown thoughts of stealing it.

“Gorgeous.” You look so good I want to fuck you hard right over the hood of our car, was more like it but Bucky didn’t say it aloud. Since the moment he had seen you today, all he had were nasty thoughts.

Being your date, at least he could place his hand on your lower back. He wanted much more, but for the time being, he decided to be content in what he had.

“Is that… is that him?” You asked in a mellow voice so that only he could hear. You were pointing at a man seated on a the lavish sofa surrounded with bodyguards.

“That’s Ford. Keep him busy till I come back. To get to the blueprints, I’ll have to take down a few of his men. I’ll try my best, but someone might alert him so make sure he doesn’t move. Because if he does, the rest of his bodyguards will come for me too. Is that clear?”

You were nervous and your heart was beating in you throat, but you had agreed to do this and you weren’t backing down. “Okay. Take care Bucky.”

“You too. And don’t do something you don’t want to do.” This. This right here was why you’d fallen in love with him. You were his priority, always.

You smiled at each other and parted ways. Your legs were actually shaking as you walked up to the couch. The man was very intimidating and you didn’t even want to think of the consequences if something went wrong.

You somehow wanted to get his attention. But you didn’t get a chance to ponder more as the very next second, you tripped over your own feet.

You were expecting your face you connect with the ground but strong arms wrapped around your hands to stop you from falling. You looked up to see none other than Jason holding you up.

What a way to catch attention. “I’m sorry.” He gave you a sugary sweet smile; for which you would’ve fallen for, if you didn’t know he was illegally dealing bombs.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, darling. Why don’t you join me?” This is exactly what you were waiting for. “Okay.” You tried to say as normally as possible despite literally shaking with fear.

You were sweating all over as you sat besides him. You hoped Bucky did everything quickly and just came back. You weren’t even wearing comms so that no one would catch you being a spy.

Jason’s hand was leisurely resting on your shoulder and it was making you more uncomfortable than relaxed. He was busy talking with his group of rich assholes and you were glad as you didn’t really have much to say.

Some time passed and you started keeping an eye out for Bucky. Just then, you noticed a bodyguard speaking worriedly into his comms. You wanted to listen but the loud music didn’t allow you.

The guard turned to talk with Jason, but seeking the opportunity, you jumped directly into his lap. “Oh my my. What an eager little thing we got here.” You tried giving him your best smile but you weren’t sure how good it was.

“I have to take the wheel, because you just aren’t talking with me.” You were coming out more desperate than seductive. But it was somehow working. “You’re just my type. A little clumsy bird who’s forgotten her place.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You wanted to slap this guy on his face, yet you managed a sugary smile. “You’ve got a mouth on you. I like it.”

Why was this dumbass liking everything you did? The guard tried to approach Ford, but you simply placed your fingers on his cheek and pulled him towards you.

“You’re not going anywhere when I’m with you.” His hands started travelling below your shoulders and rested on your back. “Alright baby.”

His hands were just about to travel a little too below, when the guard got annoyed by you and bent low to whisper in his boss’ ear. “The prints have been stolen from the vault.” You were sitting close enough to hear that too.

At that very second, Jason stood up, not caring that you were still sitting on his lap. You sat back on the couch as he pushed you aside and walked away in a hurry.

You were glad that Bucky had done his work. But where was he now? You looked around to finally see him standing in the middle of the room, staring holes right in your back.

Almost everybody else had left the couch since Ford left. You quickly got up and walked towards Bucky. His jaw was clenched tight and his hands were forming fists. Why was he so angry?

“Why were you sitting on his lap?” You didn’t expect that to be the first thing he’d ask. “Ummm, because that was what I was supposed to do…” Bucky just rolled his eyes and you had no idea what went wrong.

“Oh really? Anyway, we need to get out of here, now.” With that he took your arm and started walking. Once outside, you didn’t even wait for the valet and directly went for your car.

You both stayed quiet until he started the car and drove a safe distance away. Making yourself safe was more important than bickering and getting yourselves killed.

“Are you mad at me for doing my job?” He shifted his focus and looked at you. “That’s not your job.” You audibly gasped at him. “Well, that’s not what I remember Fury telling me.”

“You were just supposed to keep him busy; not fuck him.” The audacity of this man. “Excuse me? What the fuck was that for? How else was I supposed to have his attention? By clown dancing?”

“You were sitting in his lap with his face in your hands, now that didn’t make a better picture.” He was still looking at you instead of the road.

“Look ahead or you’ll crash us! And I was doing my job. And I did it perfectly well. Have you though?” He turned around back to road and answered in a gruff tone. “Yes. I have the prints. We have to report back to the compound first.”

“Yeah right. But you wouldn’t have been able to do your work if I had messed up mine. And still you have to fight with me instead of thanking me. Today you’re being an ungrateful ass, Bucky.” That really got on his nerves.

“God, I’ll fuck the brat out of you.”

Silence.

Your mouth was hanging open as you stared with wide eyes at Bucky. Did he really just say that? Bucky blew out a breath and was just going to apologise when you changed his decision.

“Fuck me then.” Bucky really wanted to stop the car right then and actually fuck you. “Is that what you really want?” Concentrating on the road was so difficult for him at the moment.

“Yes.” Your tone was breathy and you were practically squirming in your seat. You were suddenly wet from Bucky’s demanding tone and you desperately wanted his dick in you.

“You’re gonna regret being a brat.” You bit your lip and Bucky smirked. The air was now thick with lust and want. “Or maybe I won’t.”

[heavysoldat]

ride

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

summary you know what bucky wants. all you need is for him to say it.

warnings SMUT (face sitting, male masturbation), pet names (bunny, honey) kind of sub!bucky

“What are you thinking about, bunny?”

His head fits so perfectly in-between your hands. Bucky’s scruff rubs against your skin so nicely, as he stares up at you, doe-eyed and perfect — practically shivering.

Of course you know what he’s thinking already. You figured it out the moment you looked at him. But making him say it does something so perfectly agonizing to him and something so arousing to you. 

He stutters on his own words for a bit, chewing at his bottom lip. You can feel his fingers rub back and forth on your waist, trying their hardest not to rub down any further.

”If you don’t tell me, I can’t help you, bunny.”

His hand, ever-so-slowly trails up inside your booty shorts, lifting the holes up to expose your ass to the air. You can’t help but let out a small whimper as he squeezes, the contrast of metal and flesh burning into your skin.

”Bucky…” You whisper, leaning down to nuzzle your face by his ear. He can feel goosebumps scatter along his skin, dick throbbing against his boxers. 

It was supposed to be a lazy day, both of you finally having a day off away from Sam and Torres. You haven’t touched each other in so long, so busy with missions, you’re practically dehydrated of touch — but you just love to make him suffer.

”You know what I want, honey, please.” He’s breathless at this point, and you can hear the whininess in his tone.

Your fingers trail down his chin, pointing his face towards yours. “Say it.” You demand.

Bucky swallows so thickly you can see it.

“I want you to ride my face.”

You smile. “Good boy.”

You nod your head at him, and his hands immediately pull the waist of your shorts down. Commando, you’re left bare, and you pull yourself up to straddle his face.

”Please.” He begs, one last time.

Who are you to say no?

You slowly lower yourself, careful not to put too much weight on him, scared you might crush him — but Bucky corrects that immediately. He grabs onto your ass again, pulling you down with a rough tug to make you sit completely.

His tongue immediately jumps out to lap at your folds, and you let out a whimper. Your hand tugs on his short locks, needing something to hold onto, Bucky’s mouth ravaging your cunt being almost too much. 

“Bucky, ah-“

He starts to move you back and forth on his face by your ass, metal hand digging into your skin, grunting against your folds. “I said ride.”

His voice may be muffled, but you got the demand clear as day. 

You work your hips up and down his face, using the headboard as leverage to move yourself. Your gasping, moaning, trying your hardest to pay attention to his symphony of grunts below you.

His tongue is lapping you like a water bowl, your wetness drenching his face, but he sure as hell doesn’t seem to mind.

Once his movements stutter, you realize something.

The wet slaps that aren’t coming from your pussy —

He’s jerking himself off.

That thought alone sends you reeling, hips moving faster than you thought possible, practically suffocating him under your weight.

You glance black, getting a sight — his flesh hand, wrapped around his throbbing cock, jerking himself off furiously. You can tell he’s close, and God, so are you.

”Bucky, fuck, please-“ You whine, “Come with me, bunny, come with me, please, fuck-“

Your sentence fades out into a moan, hips stopping on his face as your orgasm rips through you. Your thighs are shaking against his head, and you’re barely able to keep yourself up.

Bucky whines, high-pitched and heavy underneath your weight as he cums, his own spend spilling over his stomach and hand.

The two of you are left panting, basking in the moment, before you pull yourself off of him. 

“Fuck,” You chuckle, falling flat next to him.

He laughs. “Yeah. Fuck.”

There’s a comfortable silence for a moment, and you watch as Bucky licks his lips and wipes his face off, tasting you on his fingers.

He smiles, sighing — “You think you got it in you for a round two?”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

sub!steve and sub!bucky but with a femdom in between them..

Hell. Yeah.

I love this and I have actually been reading a lot of fics with Steve/Bucky/Natasha recently so this is very pertinent to my current fandom consumption lol

There's just something so good about two subs and one dom and you add stucky to that dynamic and I-

*chef's kiss*

I'm fucking DONE FOR. My queer ass is over.

Specifically though, something that I'm ALWAYS down for is Steve and Nat or Bucky and Nat who already have a dynamic, then bringing the other into the fold because they want them so bad. Both of them together want the third. There's something about it that scratches both peak romance and lust for me, saying that we have each other and that is wonderful but we're also open to discovering more. We're open to more love and more lust and you, this additional person, bring that to us. If you will have us. And if you will... all of us together will be us also, just a new version of us.

However, what I can't decide here is if I'm more into the idea of Romanogers (Nat and Steve) or Winter Widow (Bucky and Nat) first becoming an item™️ before they all get together... like:

Romanogers has Good Potential in origin...

Especially when you think about sub!Steve, because Natasha could be Steve's first dom since Bucky (if we pre-establish them before the fall and ice) and his first dom in the new century.

Natasha makes Steve feel safe.

She sees his soft side and his needs (needing to go down after such a long, stressful time out of subspace that it is splintering him apart, harming him) before he can even recognize those needs himself. Either before he can recognize them because he's so stressed and anxious he can't think OR recognizing his needs before he can because he doesn't know. Maybe all Steve knows is that Bucky and him played rough, non-traditionally, and Bucky told him what to do back in the day. They didn't call it dom/sub back then. Now they do.

Now Natasha helps him figure it out.

Domination and submission. A dominate partner, a submissive partner.

Now Steve helps Natasha at the same time that she helps him because she doesn't have to put energy into reading Steve, Steve is open, everything Steve does is done because he wants to follow Natasha's orders, he wants to please her. He has no alternative motives and its soothing. Steve is simple. Steve is simply controlled by her, unlike every other part of her life where she was controlled or follows orders as a gun for hire. Steve is controlled, held safe in the orders she gives rather than being the leader (despite being the youngest Avenger at the time he is thawed and reintroduced to the world).

They help each other.

When not Avenging, they're wrapped up in each other, knowing each other so intimately.

And when Bucky comes back...

Steve cannot help the pull he has toward him. Natasha feels the pull too and at first she cannot differentiate if (a) she is so connected to Steve, intertwined, and Steve's pull toward Bucky is so strong that she feels it too, if (b) she is pulled to Bucky because of their danced history in the shadows of the redroom together, or if (c) she is simply attracted to him. After all, he does have a very attractive face in general...

Either way, she gives Steve the go-ahead. Chase him. Talk to him. Whatever comes of it will come of it.

All the while, Natasha thinks. Staying distant from their once more growing connection but not too far. She processes her feelings and comes to the conclusion of yes. All of those reasons she feels pulled to Bucky are true, but mostly, she does want him. Independently, she herself- she wants him.

That then established, they begin a relationship. All of them together.

And later, based on Steve's hushed previous words that were always tinted with pink cheeks and fidgeting hand... Natasha expects that Bucky's previous dominant nature and his capture under HYDRA's boot heel will make him like her, when they eventually get to being intimate (if he ever wants to go there at all, he doesn't have to)... but it doesn't.

He doesn't want to dominate her. Or Steve. He actually wants...

He wants to be made to not think.

He, at first, is exhausted by having to care for himself when he barely feels worth the effort, but then, later, he relishes in the power of giving over control again but this time at his own choice. His reestablished free will. Submission is a gift. Submissives may be giving themselves over and they may be the ones who's body is used but they have the power. They can say one word and their dominant will stop. Bucky likes the freedom yet remaining control of being submissive.

Steve likes the freedom too. He likes being made to pleasure Bucky on Natasha's orders; nothing but a toy or a pet for his dominant to use on her submissive... sucking and licking and warming Bucky's cock until he's dizzy with oxygen deprivation, red in the face and sweating where he's kneeling between Bucky's spread thighs, his lips swollen, drooling, and yet still ready to stay put because Natasha told him to. Natasha told him he needs to get five out of Bucky, then he can have his. Not that it matters if their pet is good enough to wring five orgasms out of her submissive because, well, pets don't need much, do they? Anything gets them up and ready, humping anything they can get between their legs even though their pleasure doesn't matter too much. Needy and cute.

Winter Widow has Good Potential in origin too though...

Like, maybe Steve and Natasha don't interact that that closely other than their work as Avengers because basically as soon as Steve is in the modern world he is fighting, fighting, and f- finding Bucky.

Finding Bucky with Sam.

Then, on the run with Sam.

So, Steve isn't around Natasha a ton, not until Bucky after comes back and they're no longer criminals for not killing Bucky on sight. And with Bucky back, Natasha is there. Natasha and Bucky bond because words are hard for Bucky at first and more often then not, when they do come out, they're in Russian. Natalia understands Russian. Natalia also understands when the bad memories come back first. Not the good ones, those are harder to find. The bad memories are hazy, dark, frightening, no, bone-chillingly terrifying of the abuse, torture, and some memories of the redroom that she can help Bucky to untangle. Other than knowing that he knows Steve, Bucky does not remember much of his life with Steve at first. He uncovers the redroom memories before those ones. The memories of Natalia. The only person who has been through that that he can see and touch and is real.

But also he just-

He finds it easy to be with her. Steve can be very painful to be around constant because he's so earnest, always a bleeding heart. Natasha knows it can be overwhelming and can give him that cooling balm when he needs it, caring but... instead of fixing him with a stare that would make anyone well with tears, its so empathetic, she pats him and shrugs, mumbling about how shit life can be. Intentionally slightly calloused and slightly cold. Because she knows it helps. Its what she would've needed. It's not that she doesn't care for him. She just...

She shows it in a different way.

And after a while they fall into a routine. A routine that builds and builds... Bucky comes to her when he needs her, she pets him or she cases the demons away by controlling him and never abusing it, never taking advantage of his willingness to submit to her, in exhaustion and also in primal need, only ever building upon the submission and pushing him to places he thought he'd forever left. Good places. Natasha comes to him when she needs it, when she needs something that will not dissolve under a façade or double-cross. Something that is real. Something that is warm, even blazingly hot, rather than cold. Someone. When she needs someone. It works. The more they do it, smoothing out the wrinkles, the better it gets.

It builds and builds and-

Then it breaks.

It breaks when Bucky cannot push down or forget his feelings for Steve and he doesn't know what it will do to them. He openly communicates his feelings toward Natasha. And Natasha recognizes those feelings too, like she recognizes the unreal seeming but terrifyingly true and real places of Bucky's nightmares. She knows Steve is very attractive. She couldn't believe her eyes the first few times she stood in front of him. The first time she saw him topless, just in his underwear, or his skin-tight undersuit for medical checkups or because of injuries... she had to drag her eyes back to his face in a way that she couldn't remember having to truly do in a very, very long time. Not acting. Feeling.

A fiery feeling.

But, she didn't let it burn through her, she threw her interest in Steve into getting him into someone else, believing at the time that relationships don't last. Relationships are messy and getting into one with someone on her team would be a mistake. Every time. Except...

Bucky is different.

She is learning that it is different... relationships in general.

It is untrue that all relationships become failures or exploits.

And if her relationship with Bucky is different-? Different in a positive way. Being with Steve would be different too... right?

So, as Bucky re-discovers, she too unburies her own feelings toward Steve in parallel. Is this what she wants too? Yes. Okay. Then... they'll do it. Together.

Together, they invite Steve into their relationship.

Natasha is not sure what Steve will be like in the bedroom, once the threshold of establishing and getting comfortable with each other in general is crossed. She has watched that handsome jaw clench as those blue, blue eyes drag covertly over charming brunettes with pale, sparkly eyes, men and women, when he thinks no one else is watching him. Yet she has also watched those cheeks turn pink the second a woman at a bar hits on him (and it is a regular thing. Again. He's very attractive. Everyone- anyone can see.) She has watched Steve come down shaky with an adrenaline crash from missions, not understanding what was happening to him to the point of terrified clinging to the nearest stable object with frantic breaths heaving in and out of that huge chest. She has watched Steve come off of a mission still heated and angry, stomping down to the gym with injuries that should be treated but no one can make him go go medical for. He will resurface in a days time with battered knuckles and bleeding lips and fire still in his eyes, even as his body finally, finally gives out on him, allowing someone to creep in close enough to tend to his wounds. He is an exercise in juxtaposition. The ulmitate physical form and designed to be that way by the serum yet... not a perfect soldier.

So, if anything, she expects he might be a switch. Maybe even a dom, the serum might make him always hunger for control, optimizing him, the ideal soldier, or it might've preyed on that small, sickness riddled man that didn't have something to prove, not exactly, just knew what needed proving. Making him prove what he can do, how much pleasure he can inflict on a partner. Thus, dominant.

Maybe?

Possibly.

She doesn't know...

But, ultimately, she is not expecting to watch him crumble the second Bucky lays a hand on the back of his neck as they kiss for the first time (this century) after dinner. She is not expecting them both, eyes dark and wide, to turn to her with eagerness written all over their faces and body language, listening fully, when she purrs low in her throat instinctively.

Interesting.

Between the two of them, Bucky and Steve, Steve is much more affected by her sound. By Bucky's hold. By the situation at large as it unfolds.

God, just the way he moves the second she crooks her finger, on edge, almost twitchy, yet... moving through honey. Soft and malleable. Hazy. Sweet. It is beautiful.

Natasha already knows what Bucky likes, before and after she learns that Steve is submissive. So, their first time, all of them together, she has Bucky do what he likes... ordering him to crawl between her legs, as she sits reclined against the headboard, and eat her.

Ordering him to lick and savor and please her with that charming, handsome mouth.

He's very good at it.

She bites her lip and lets her eyes roll back into her head for a moment. The feeling is exquisite. Then...

She thinks of something for Steve to do. Her second submisive. All hers for the taking, looking enraptured by the show before him. Naked and hard, whining subconsciously in the back of his throat.

She has him lay against her side and use his mouth too. His mouth soft and sweet on her breasts. Not too hard, not too soft, just because she told him so.

Either way, both her subs are eager to please. Eager to worship their girl.

Bucky is wicked and lush. Charming, sharp even as he submits so beautifully. Steve is soft and sweet. Malleable and honey-like as he submits gorgeously. The same and yet different. Better together. Better for Natasha when they're together.

So, uh, yeah. Pick your poison I guess haha

[moonlight-prose]

(created by the ever so talented @buckybarnesj from this insanely good set!)

Dirty Little Secret

a/n: this was requested by an anon who's ask has literally been lost to the depths of tumblr hell. I'm sorry!! please let me know if you're seeing this babes and if your ask turns up i'll respond.

they asked to see an add on for bucky's secret that i put for his NSFW alphabet. after so fucking long it's here so i hope you enjoy it!!

very little editing and not beta read so apologies for mistakes!

summary: bucky's long kept secret soon becomes reality.

word count: 2.8k

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: explicit so MINORS GO AWAY, sub!bucky, slightly dom reader, usage of the term good boy, a tad bit of cockwarming, praise kink, p in v sex, cussing, begging, choking, seconds of oral (f receiving). let me know if i missed anything!

He didn’t tell you for reasons that seemed good enough - up until this very moment.

It wasn’t a secret per se. Wasn’t something he had to hide from you, but it’s something that he felt bad about. The one thing that he wanted to ask you to do, wanted to hear you day, and yet he couldn’t get the question out of his mouth. Couldn’t tear it from his throat, because he didn’t want you to say no. To look at him with an expression of disbelief. Or even worse...horror.

Because he’d seen that before. Had endured people regarding him with strange looks and even stranger words, but he couldn’t go through that with you. He wouldn’t survive if you were the one doing those things.

So he remained silent. Always clamping his mouth shut during the act, biting into your skin until it almost bled - he’d apologize profusely in the morning - in order to stop himself from letting that question loose. Except like always you noticed when things weren’t as they once were. You noticed that he wasn’t acting like himself, and that’s when the questions started. Where you asked him what was going on in that head of his, and reassured him that he could tell you anything.

And instead of biting his tongue this time...he let go of the words.

Which resulted in the situation you were in now. Sitting on his lap, tongue having just been in his mouth, as you regarded his words with careful sincerity. You didn’t want to mess this up, to have him shy away from you until you were left back at square one. And it’s not like you didn’t like what he said; didn’t find it all that odd in a way. It was just new to you.

When you first got together with Bucky, the sex was intimate. Soft enough to drive both of you insane, but it wasn’t his fault; he was still learning how to be soft. Relearning the act of being gentle. So you patiently waited until he had his fill, until he was the one asking if he could be a little rougher. And you said yes - without hesitation. The gentleness of the man before now became the roughness of the man beneath his armor.

The man who took back control of things he could not have; his feral need bleeding into something far more intense.

Sure you’d wake up tender, sore in all the right places, but you never pinned the blame on him. Never told him that he was too rough. And just like this you were seeing him open up another part of himself; seeing that he was trusting you enough to be a part of this experience. Of getting to know the man beneath the armor he wore day in and day out.

“So let me get this straight,” you said, cupping his cheek to let him know you were trying to understand. That you were considering this, because even you couldn’t deny the way you practically clenched down on nothing when he said it. “You want me...to dominate you?”

He nodded slowly, eyes trained on yours for any sign of hesitation. “It was just a suggestion. You don’t have to.”

“But you want me to.”

“We don’t have to-” Placing a hand over his mouth you smiled, already enjoying the sight of his eyes widening a fraction, a look in them you’d never seen before.

Removing your hand slowly, you ran a thumb along his bottom lip. “We do things that I want to do all the time. Let me do this for you baby.”

He didn’t say anything more, didn’t let his words ruin this because he was pretty sure this was nothing but a dream. A figment of his imagination and he’d wake up with a raging hard on in a few minutes. Except then you pressed a hand into his chest, lips curving into another smile that had him tingling to the very tips of his toes. A breathless sigh of his name leaving your mouth as you grind your hips down against him; head tilting back in pleasure.

“You want to be my good boy?” you asked, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, tugging it sharply and earning a whine from him. A sound you’d never heard him make before. “I need to hear you say it baby.”

Digging his fingers into the sheets, he let his head fall back against the headboard. “Yes,” he replied, breath coming out in pants. Eyes shutting tight to stave off the rush of pleasure that spread through his spine.

If you weren’t careful this wouldn’t last, but he had faith that you knew what you were doing.

That you liked what you were doing.

Another desperate mewl ripped from this throat as you yanked on his hair, dragging his lips towards you in a kiss that melted him. Had him writhing underneath you in the hopes that you’d do something more. That you’d give him direction on what you wanted, because the control was now in your hands. You’d held a semblance of it before; willing to use it as you wished, but it was different now.

“I’m going to ride you.” The words were whispered against the shell of his ear; the demand, clear in your voice and he melted against you. Gripped onto your hips as you began to tug his sweatpants off; the feeling in his chest growing with every second.

He knew you would prolong this for as long as possible - testing his limits - because you could be cruel if the thought was appealing. But the quickness of your movements told him otherwise. You wanted him - knew you could have him - as fast as humanly possible. Any other night you would keep him begging, but his words had lit something within your body. A need that had been buried long before you knew it even existed.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” you said, pulling his arms up, until his wrists were pressed together over his head; hands gripping onto the bars of the headboard above. “No touching tonight.”

He nodded, feeling himself twitch at your words - a whine falling from his lips - because you were actually going through with this. You were giving him a reality he never thought possible. It only seemed to solidify his love for you; burying it deep in his chest until it was permanently marked there. A tattoo of his feelings, anchoring him to the ground.

Yanking off your own clothes you were quick to shuffle back over him, legs straddling his thighs as you regarded him with drooped eyelids. A smile crossing your lips in delight. He looked beautiful like this; his eyes pleading with you to touch him, mouth parting as he heaved in breath after breath. Bucky wanted anything you’d give him. He’d take it all the same; welcome it with open arms and a thank you on his lips, because it was from you.

“Look at you,” you murmured, running a hand across his stomach - feeling his muscles contract underneath the skin. “So pretty like this.”

A gasp echoed off the walls - his body twitching underneath you - and it only furthered your interest. How many sounds could you get him to make? How many times could you get him to beg for you to give him something? An ounce of pleasure, of skin on skin contact. Without trying Bucky had unlocked a door - allowing a hurdle of emotions to spill free into your awaiting mind.

“Please-” His words cut off - morphing into a broken sound - when your hand wrapped around him. Thumb teasing lightly at the head of his cock to spread what had begun to spill over.

You cooed his name, pumping him slowly with just enough pressure to have his head falling back, eyes fluttering shut. “What does my pretty boy want?”

He choked, head lifting to look at you and for a second you wondered if that was the limit. If you had crossed a line. Only the feral glint in his eyes told you differently - his teeth baring to stave off the sudden tightening of his balls. Right on the edge of losing his mind and it gave him relief when you let go, when you gave him a moment to catch his breath.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, hands gripping onto the headboard until you could see the splintering in the wood begin.

“Were you about-” A nod was your only answer as he continued to heave in breaths, dragging himself back from the very edge. “Just from me saying that?”

Bucky huffed out a laugh, the blush on his skin never fading, because he had liked what you said. So much so that he didn’t know if he’d last being inside you - no matter how much he wanted it. Inhaling deeply he calmed his nerves, feeling how they jumped underneath his skin; hoping that it would cease his desperation. Give him the strength he needed to last until you said he was done.

“Keep going please,” he said softly, eyes opening again to see your parted mouth. Your own eyes wide with disbelief at the realization that you held more power over him than you thought. “I’m okay baby, just - fuck please - keep going.”

Nodding you felt the heat spread from the base of your spine to the very tips of your toes - a high of power rushing through you. This must be what it’s like. To know that you had the upper hand in a situation; and you wondered if this is what he felt like. When going up against an opponent in battle. The high that came with holding control - addicting in its own dangerous way - but something you’d give back to him if he so wished.

Moving up his body, you grasped his now leaking cock in your hand - the hissed out breath he let out was far more appealing than you thought. Or maybe that was just the position you were in. You didn’t have time to think it over, didn’t want to spend another second on it, because he was begging you. Words falling from his lips faster than he could comprehend them. A mixture of pleas and whispers of how good he could be for you, how much of your pretty boy he was.

Without replying, you sunk down onto him slowly, watching intently as his head fell back. A cry of your name echoing off the walls - his hips jolting upwards to hopefully gain more of that sweet heat. To have you fully encompass him until he was ready to lose himself fully.

“Oh - fuck.” Your head tilted back, the pinch of pain at the stretch of him within your walls was enough to have your breath quicken. Fingers digging into the skin of his stomach as you settled fully on top of him; content to remain there for a few moments.

That is until he began shifting. Pushing himself deeper to hopefully force you to start moving, and in a reaction you didn’t expect you clamped a hand around his throat. Catching his attention - forcing him to freeze in place - you leaned down to drag your lips across his lightly. You weren’t sure where it had come from; why you felt this was the right thing to do, but you weren’t stopping yet. Not when you could feel the way he twitched inside you, eyes rolling back for a moment before returning to your face once more.

“Someone’s being greedy,” you mumbled against his lips, nose brushing his.

He shook his head quickly. “I promise I’m not,” he replied - voice brimming with need, with utter desperation.

“Are you sure? I thought you were my good boy.”

The sound that tore from his throat was obscene enough to have you clenching around him. Your body, just as much on edge as his was and while you would have given in already - you wanted to see him writhe underneath you. Maybe it was cruel of you to have him beg, to have him plead with you through his voice, eyes, everything he could. But with every beg you felt him tense underneath you, cock twitching soon after.

He was enjoying this - and that was all you wanted in the end.

“Baby please. I’m good. I’ll be good.”

The smile flashed across your lips quickly as you sat up straight, hand still around his throat - satisfaction filling your veins. That was all you needed to grind your hips against his. Hearing the cry of pleasure that he let loose - each one following your every movement against him. He was beautiful. A vision of the man you adored with everything in your body.

“So - ah fuck - good for me Bucky,” you rasped out, hand tightening slightly when you lifted yourself off him only to slam back down. His breath being knocked out of his chest from just that in itself.

You could feel it - the tightening in the lower base of your stomach - enough to have you speeding up your movements. The promise of complete and utter euphoria, mere inches from you, but tonight you wanted to see the man below you shatter first. Wanted to watch his eyes as he broke apart with your name on his lips.

Slotting your lips over his you sucked his tongue into your mouth, the taste of him enough to have you bearing down on him - desperate to feel him give into the pleasure. Eager to give him what he wanted in the end. His eyes met yours - the daze in them only adding to the fucked out expression on his face - and you knew he was there. On the very edge with only one thing blocking him from an earth-shattering release.

Your permission.

“Do you want to cum pretty boy?” you asked, nuzzling your nose against his cheek, slowing your pace to a slow roll of your hips that had his breath stuttering.

He nodded. “Yes please.”

It was the whimpered out please that had you saying the words against the corner of his lips. Intent on watching his face as it happened. “Cum for me Bucky.”

You clenched around him, dragging his hand to your clit to shove you off the edge with him and he pinched it between his fingers at the same time his mouth fell open. The scream of his name, enough to have you gasping - legs shaking slightly from the crashing waves of pleasure that overtook your body. Only it was the sight of him - head tossed back, teeth digging into his bottom lip - that had your body nearly collapsing onto him from the onslaught of sensations.

“Shit, shit, shit-” he bit out, hips thrusting upwards into you deeper to prolong the feeling and unknowingly sending you higher.

Minutes passed until you were able to lift your head off his chest, eyes surely just as dazed as his were. The high of your orgasm beginning to fade - returning you back to reality. The same one that involved him smiling down at you as he floated back down to earth - the feeling in his legs having yet to return.

“Was that what you wanted?” you asked, the dominant tone now gone from your voice. Replaced by the voice of the woman he loved.

Rolling over - somehow still managed to remain inside you - he pressed you into the bed. His forehead against yours. “It was more.”

“But still good?”

He huffed out a laugh, lips pressing quickly to yours before pulling back. “I can’t feel my legs yet so I’d say it was pretty damn incredible.”

“Yeah?” you asked, smiling against his skin.

“I love you.” He kissed your shoulder, his teeth scraping against the skin gently. “Perfect. My perfect girl.”

The smile was involuntary as you dug your hands into his hair in order to drag his lips back to yours. “I love you Bucky.” You couldn’t hear the whispers that he began to press into your skin, trying to brand you with his love. Invisible marks to remind you how much he truly adored every piece of you.

“Your good boy?” he asked, eyes meeting yours as he made his way down your body, lips warm against your stomach.

Nodding you gasped as he nudged his nose against your clit. “Always my good boy.”

He hummed a response about cleaning up his mess, about taking care of you, but they were drowned out by the feel of his tongue against you. His moan sending shocks through your body and sparks across your skin. And it was then that you realized, getting out of this bed would no longer be an option.

At least not for a few more hours.

𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬:

@karasong @queenbbarnes @charmedbysarge @jenrebloggingfics @princess76179 @spideysimpossiblegirl @intothesoul

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬:

@pamguini @blondekel77 @the-purity-pen @princess-and-pedro @phoenixhalliwell @justanotherblonde23 @autumnleaves1991-blog @Greeneyedblondie44 @amelia-song-pond @ladylothlorien @littlebopper96 @a-little-counter-esperanto

[smutsonian]

Mafia bucky with size kink, belly bulge, choking with vibration arm, sub space, daddy kink, creampie kink and squirting, breeding kink, maybe exhibitionism with Steve. This could lead to a part 2 as a 3 way with double vaginal penetration, no anal

that smile on her face

bucky barnes x reader

summary: mafia!bucky x reader ft. mafia!boss!steve and it’s basically just p0rn with a little bit of plot i guess.

warnings: smut, (whatevers written in the ask), violence, rumlow, not proofread, idk please tell me if I missed something.

word count: 3.1k

a/n: why was it so hard to write this fic vjhafvu im rusty with writing soz

masterlist

It was becoming too much for you. The palpable tension between the two brooding men and the looming figures of terrifying men on each side that serves as guards for both sides didn’t bring you any comfort and the fact that your boyfriend is a few feet away from you right now isn’t giving you any reassurance that this situation is under control.

 Steve, your boyfriend’s best friend, stands face to face with an unknown man wearing an eerie smile on his face but his aura is producing anything but a positive vibe while your boyfriend stands beside Steve, glaring at the strange man. You thought you remembered someone calling him Rumlow.

 You know about your boyfriend’s line of work but you never really got to witness his job with your own eyes. Life with Bucky has always been laughs and giggles, passion and love behind closed doors so you never really thought about the dangers that may come with his job. You thought you could continue to live happily and carefree with him until now. 

When you saw Rumlow turning his attention to Bucky’s louring face and smirking at the emotion he’s able to get from your boyfriend made your stomach turn. You saw Rumlow’s hand rise from his side and time seemed to stop for you when you saw a gun pointed in your boyfriend’s direction. You saw your Bucky’s jaw clenching and you couldn’t help the small whimper escaping your lips when Rumlow turns the safety off with a deafening click.

 Bucky’s eyes subtly searched your face but you weren’t looking at him. Your eyes were begging Rumlow to drop his gun and let your boyfriend be but the moment Rumlow turns to look at you, your stomach begins to feel more horrible than it already is. But you would do everything for your Bucky. You had to try.

 “P-Please don’t…” You stutter, glancing at the gun pointing towards your Bucky then looking back up at Rumlow. 

 He mockingly juts his bottom lip out, pouting at you before tilting his head to the side. “No?” He asks.

 You could only nod, ignoring Bucky who was trying his best to get your attention, for sure trying to make you stop talking to Rumlow.

 “This your girl, Barnes?” Rumlow asks, scanning your form but nobody answers him.

 Rumlow chuckles before putting the gun down, giving you a sense of relief before your breath hitches when the gun is suddenly pointed in your direction. 

 “Should I just shoot you then, little girl?” 

 Bucky’s form stiffens, as well as Steve’s and his guards, ready for an order to attack when Rumlow speaks up again.

 “Are you willing to risk your life for this motherfucker?” 

 You didn’t know if it was your nerves making you dizzy but everything went by in a flash but in slow motion at the same time. You saw Bucky side-stepping quickly towards you, his metal arm raising as if to shield you both. A bullet makes contact with his metal arm before bouncing off of it and you stare at his arm in awe before looking at him with crazed eyes. He scans you for a quick second before he rushes you both out of the place, and onto a car before caressing your face with both of his hands. The sounds of guns being fired filling your ears.

 “You shouldn’t have done that, baby girl.” His words are dark and it would’ve scared you if you didn’t know him. If he wasn’t giggling with you about a silly movie yesterday, you would’ve been frightened of him.

 When you don't answer, he tightens his grip on your face, forcing you to focus on him instead of the continuous gunfire.

 “Y-You’re arm… How did you know it would save us?” You stared at his face while your hand absentmindedly wrapped over his metal hand, caressing it gently.

 His eyes flicker to your hand on his metal ones before looking back at you with an earnest look. “I didn’t. I just know that I had to protect you.” He says, chest heaving as he finally let himself show his emotions. Something that he only does with you.

 “Y-you… You could’ve died, Bucky…” 

 “I will do anything to protect you, doll.” He presses a kiss on your forehead before the driver’s door opens and Steve crawls in, breathing heavily.

 “We gotta fucking go,” was the only thing he says before stepping on the gas.

 You did your best to ignore the blood splattered on his face and the white shirt under his black suit.

 You lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder as he hugs you extra close to him, fearing that you might slip away from him and you bask in the closeness and warmth of his body. Your brain starts to fog up, and the only words running inside it are the words your Bucky said. You snuggle closer to him, humming unknowingly in satisfaction.

 ‘I will do anything to protect you, doll.’

  Bucky Barnes watched you curling closer to him, your cheeks brushing against his arm as your eyes remained close, face finally relaxing as you go deeper into slumber. He smiled at your form, pecking the top of your head before pulling you closer to his body. 

 If someone told him that his heart would be palpitating because of a pretty little thing like you, he would’ve shot them in the head for poking jokes at him but now that you’re beside him…

 “Is she okay?” Steve’s voice cuts Bucky’s thoughts off as Steve looks at him through the rearview mirror, quickly turning back to look at him then towards his girl with worried eyes.

 “She’s resting. Calm for now.” Bucky’s jaw clenches at the thought of you producing tears for the likes of Rumlow. His heart skips a beat at the memory of that gun being pointed at you. His grip on the door handle becomes tighter while he tries his best to keep his other hand calm, the one that he’s holding you with.

 “She’ll be fine. We won’t let anything happen to her. I know you won’t. I sure as hell won’t…” Steve gives Bucky a reassuring smile, mumbling the last words under his breath. 

 The car ride was silent throughout the ride, thoughts eating up on Bucky’s mind as he thinks of Steve’s words as well as what to do with you. How to make things up for you because he’s taking the blame for you being in a very dangerous position. 

 “We’re here,” Steve states, stopping the car and getting out before quickly going over to Bucky’s side, opening the door for Bucky and a groggy you. You’re still in Bucky’s arms, already squirming into consciousness while Bucky tries to coo you back to sleep.

 “Need any help?” 

 “I got it,” Bucky answers Steve before carrying you inside the manor, Steve quietly following behind.

 Once inside, Bucky feels you squirming more and he lets you go, gently putting you down on your feet. He looks down at your face that’s looking back up at him with a blank expression. He takes note of Steve’s form leaning on the doorway.

 “Bucky…” He hears you mumble.

 “What is it, princess?” Bucky notes the way your eyes flutters at the nickname and he fights a smile that wants to force its way onto his face.

 “You almost d-died because of me,” Your sob breaks his heart and he’s suddenly on you. He’s eager to make you wipe the tears away. Eager to bring back the smile that always makes him swoon because this isn’t how he wants to see you cry. 

 “Don’t cry, princess. I’ll do anything for you even if that means getting hurt.” He continues to wipe at your tears but it was no use. You’re a broken dam right now.

 “Daddy’s here, princess. Daddy’s right here.” He whispers, not caring if Steve hears him but he takes note of the way Steve’s form stiffens by the doorway. It wasn’t hard to miss because of his broad shoulders. 

 “You trust Daddy, right, Princess?” He pulls back, caressing your face and that’s when he sees it.

 Your eyes are fogged, face wet with tears but the flow has stopped. You’re just looking at him with those foggy eyes filled with something so much intensity.

 “Yes, daddy. I trust you.” He hears you whisper and he knows you’re deep in your space right now.

 Bucky wipes your face with a cloth that’s conveniently in his pocket before walking back, away from you. You whimper at the loss of his touch but one word from him made you stop.

 “Stay.”

 Bucky feels himself grow proud at your obedience. He flicks a look at Steve before looking back at you.

 “Take your clothes off for Daddy, princess.” 

 “Steve, you fucking stay there.” He doesn’t even glance at Steve but he hears his steps stopping. You didn’t even notice his words towards Steve because you were eagerly obeying his command, stripping out of your clothes with haste.

 “Come here, princess,” Bucky motions you to come over and you do. He instantly wraps his metal hand around your throat, not clenching it at all. He just rests his hand on your throat, careful not to frighten you.

 “You trust me, princess?” He asks one more time.

 “Yes, yes I do, daddy.” You breathe out, nodding against his hold which he tightens. Bucky’s eyes flicker at how your thighs clenched together and hear the tiny moan slipping out of your mouth.

 “You like this, princess? You like my hand around your pretty little throat?” Bucky tightens his hold a little more, eyes gleaming at how his hand is covering your whole neck now. 

 “Your neck is so tiny, I can easily crush it, princess. You’re not afraid of me?” Instead of being afraid, you whine, suddenly thrusting your naked hips towards him and he chuckles at you before letting you go. 

 Bucky glances at Steve who was fixing his pants, no doubt tightening uncomfortably at the scene in front of him.

 Bucky stares at you, eyes begging for him to touch you but he ignores it before walking over to the long sofa and sitting down. He pats his lap as he calls for you which you eagerly obeyed, almost skipping your way towards his lap. You were about to straddle him when he stops you.

 He turns your body with so much ease before pulling you down, earning an “oof” from you when your back hits his hard chest. He guides your legs so they’re resting outside of his legs. He easily spreads your legs with his and he dwells at the shiver your body makes when you’re completely exposed.

 “Sit, Steve.” Bucky motions to the long sofa opposite to where the both of you are sitting and he feels you stiffening against him so he whispers soothing words in your ears. “I got you, princess.”

 Steve walks towards the sofa before awkwardly sitting. Bucky could see how much his best friend was trying to control himself but, in the end, his best friend loses his inner battle for he looks at you and then to your cunt, before looking back at you.

 “Don’t worry about Steve, princess. We can trust him. He did kill that awful man for you…” He chuckles at the way your body shivers, your stiffness has long gone now.

 “H-he did?”

 “Yes. Now let’s give Steve a little show, yeah? Show him just how fucking precious my princess is…” Bucky’s metal finger goes to your breasts, teasing each of them with equal attention. He pulls little whimpers from you here and there and he can see Steve squirming uncomfortably from across the both of you and he chuckles.

 “Don’t be shy, Steve. You can touch yourself.” Bucky’s free hand goes to your core, rubbing his fingers on your clit, making your moans grow louder.

 “But you won’t be able to touch my girl. You can just watch and you can be thankful that I’m letting you.” Bucky takes pride in how he’s able to make his best friend look so powerless when he’s the boss. Right now, Bucky is the boss though.

 “D-daddy!” You’re suddenly shaking against Bucky as you reach your first peak, your juice covering Bucky’s fingers while his other hand continues to play with your hard nipples.

 Bucky hears a groan from Steve, smirking how his friend has his hand down his pants pathetically.

 Bucky continues to play with your body, pulling a few more orgasms from you until you’re crying from all the pleasure he’s giving you. 

 Now that’s how he wants to see you cry. Only in pleasure and nothing else. Only the best for his girl.

 “Daddy, please!” You scream at Bucky, your small hands gripping his flesh hand that was on your cunt.

 “What is it, princess? Tell daddy what you want.” 

 “W-want more, daddy,” you whisper, almost shyly, and Bucky coos at your embarrassed face.

 “You need to be more specific than that, princess. Don’t be shy. You’re so fucking beautiful that you got Steve and me so fucking hard, baby.” He turns your head to the side before pressing a hungry kiss on your lips, tongue lapping every corner of your mouth before pulling away, admiring the string of saliva that connects your lips.

 “Tell daddy what you want, princess. Be more specific this time.” He whispers against your ear before nipping at it and earning another whimper from you.

 “Want your cock in me, daddy,” you finally say, begging with your hips grinding against his hard cock that’s under you. 

 He hums in approval before easily lifting you up and positioning his tip in your entrance. He looks at Steve who was looking hungrily at your slit that’s ready to take his swollen cock.

 A gaudy moan escapes from your mouth as Bucky pulls your body down his cock, your head instantly falling back to his shoulder at the feeling of his cock inside of you.

 “Fuck!” Bucky hisses at the feeling of your warm and very tight walls hugging his thick cock.

 “God, baby… You’re so fucking tight!” Bucky’s eyes shut at the feeling of your walls clenching him and he even whimpers when you start to grind against his lap, asking for more.

 He gives it to you. 

 He stares at Steve’s face as he guides your body on top of his, bouncing you on his lap while thrusting his hips into you to reach deeper inside of you.

 Bucky sees Steve’s hungry eyes staring at a certain spot as he bites his bottom lip. Bucky follows his gaze and he too, grows even more hungry, if that’s even possible, at the sight of your lower abdomen bulging out every time his cock thrusts deep inside your tight cunt.

 “Princess…” Bucky groans, stopping you from bouncing, earning a whine from you which turns into loud cries of pleasure when he starts impelling you with his cock again and again. His flesh hand goes to press on your lower abdomen to feel himself inside of you.

 The three of you groan at the scene and Bucky looks back at Steve, smirking and moaning at the same time. Seeing Steve hungrily looking at you but not being able to touch you gives him a rush. Especially when Steve is choking his own cock while he watches the both of you. Oh, Bucky loves showing people that you’re his girl.

 “D-daddy, I’m gonna—”

 “Fucking cum for me, princess.” 

 And you do. You cum with a loud cry, followed by Bucky’s loud cry as he felt your walls suffocating his cock which only gave him more motivation to pistol into you, riding your orgasm. His vibranium fingers find your clit, ignoring your tiny hands that wrapped around it.

 “Too much, daddy!”

 “Give me one more, baby! I wanna cum inside your pretty cunt,” he whispers into your ear before pressing his lips on your neck, sucking your skin with wet kisses. That seems to make you more compliant. You wanted him to cum inside you and Bucky chuckled at how your walls clenched around him at the thought.

 “Oh, you’d like that, won’t you? Want daddy to give you his cummies? Want daddy to breed you? Get you all nice and round…” 

 “Y-yes daddy!” You let out a squeal when his fingers started buzzing around your clit.

 “Yes! Cum inside of her, Buck…” Steve’s wanton voice catches both of your attention and Bucky feels your walls tighten around him when he sees you watching Steve beat his cock with his own hand, his girth swollen and ready to cum. And it’s all because of you. His girl.

 Bucky doubles his efforts, metal hand vibrating against your clit, flesh hand pressing on the bulge that his cock continues to make on your lower abdomen.

 With a few more thrust, Bucky feels his balls tightening and you must’ve felt his thick cock twitching because your walls tightened again and this time, it’s enough to make him burst his seeds into you so, with a loud grunt, Bucky pulls you down on him as his cock twitches inside you, spurting his seeds into your cunt while the head of his cock remains touching your cervix.

 With his metal fingers still vibrating against your clit, you follow him with cumming as the mixture of the feeling of him filling you up with his cum and the intense vibration of his fingers on your sensitive bud.

 Across from the both of you, Steve watches how Bucky is filling you up with his cum, and the moment Bucky’s excess cum starts slipping out from the sides of your slit, he loses it. With a whimper, Steve’s cum shoots out and his hands get covered with his thick white cum while a few lands on the floor. Steve licks his lips when he sees Bucky pulling out of you and using his metal fingers to push the fallen cum back inside of you.

 Steve, still shaking from his orgasm, watches as Bucky picks you up after covering you up with his suit jacket and walking toward the stairs. 

 He stops to look at him though.

 “Thanks for killing the bastard for her, punk.” And with a smirk, he leaves with you in his arms.

 Bucky places you on the bed before cleaning you up. His hands are gentle as he wipes his cum off your thighs and your swollen cunt before getting in beside you and wrapping you up in a blanket.

 “Thank you, daddy.” You slur before curling up beside him. He chuckles before pulling you closer to him.

 “You don’t have to worry about anything, princess. I’ll do anything for you, okay? Seems like Steve will too,” Bucky laughs but doesn’t earn a reply from you. He looks down at your face, seeing you already fast asleep with a smile on your face.

 Oh, how he loves that smile. 

 And he’ll do anything to keep that smile on his girl’s face.

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This is only marked with community lables: mature because it was posted back in the days when that staff troll was harassing me, flagging all my gen posts as explicit just to be an asshole.

📖It Started with Helga the Lunch Lady

Rated T

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: Dom/sub au, sub Steve, subdrop, humor, Sam Wilson is a good bro

Summary: After a slight collapse at work, Steve is forced to admit his status as a high needs submissive.

"So."

"So."

"SO, I'm gonna assume you lied on your paperwork," Sam says, asking and yet somehow stating at the same time. He's looking at Steve from across the shiny top of the conference table with his big googly eyes - his "don't bullshit me" eyes - and Steve's plans to lie through his teeth dissolve into dust and float away.

"Yeah," he mumbles, unhappy about having to fess up. But it's pretty obvious at this point, since he's just come from the mess - where he'd collapsed.

All the lunch lady had to do was tell him a little too authoritatively that she wanted to see him "be a good boy and clean [his] plate today," and the next thing Steve knows, Sam's scraping him off the floor and walking him to the nearest vacant room, dumping him into a conference chair and complaining about how heavy he is.

"It's not a problem," Steve hurries to say, though his speech is still noticeably clumsy from the lunchroom incident.

Sam scowls. "Rogers, just, I mean - well look at yourself!"

What used to be a tuna sandwich is smeared down the front of Steve's shirt and the crotch of his pants, like damning evidence, a metaphor for his shitty and unfulfilling dating life. Steve frowns down at it, feeling miserable. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I did. Lie."

"Uh-huh."

"I didn't think I'd get the job if I- "

"YOU wrote down that you were a one," Sam interrupts harshly. "That's what you said when I interviewed your ass." He folds his arms across his chest, eyes flicking up and down disdainfully at Steve's ruined clothes. "And over my dead Titi's grave are you a one. So, what level are you?"

Steve winces. "It's really not that big of a d- "

"What. level?"

Steve's shoulders slump and he glumly admits, "... six."

Sam jerks away from the table with a 'what the fucking hell!' gesture.

"I'm sorry! okay?"

"What the fucking hell, Rogers?"

"I know, I know."

"You could get in big trouble for this, Steve!" Sam jabs a finger in his direction, then turns it on himself. "Hell, I'm gonna get in trouble."

"Nobody's gonna get in trouble," Steve insists, some of his fire coming back at the idea of everybody at his work knowing. "Cause you're not gonna tell anybody. Sam? Sam!"

"Shut up." Sam's not even looking at him. He's pulled his phone out, is looking something up, muttering under his breath about how he's sick and tired of dealing with 'too many goddamn cocky dumbass Army grunt jarheads' until he finds what it is he's been searching for. He taps on the screen and puts the phone to his ear, pointing at Steve with big, wide, angry googly eyes when he sees Steve's mouth open to argue again. "Ah! Not a word."

Steve can only sit there helplessly as he hears Sam's call being picked up, and then he has to suffer through the small torture of not interrupting while his manager has a clipped conversation with somebody on the other end of the line about his "high needs employee."

"Sam," he tries again, once Sam's hung up from the call. "I don't need that, seriously,"

"No, you do, seriously," Sam says tersely, glaring across the table for another second before his angry expression gives way to that of a worried friend. He sighs and stands up, rounding the table to stand next to Steve. "Look, man, I get it. You don't want to tell people, that's your business. But you can't go without getting dropped. Not for however long I know your stubborn ass's probably gone. Falling apart just cause Hilda looks at you sideways?"

"... it's Helga," Steve mumbles. "And hey, you don't know: she can be really intimidating." It's a weak argument that holds up about as well as Steve had, back in the mess. Sam doesn't even dignify it with an answer. "What're you gonna do?" Steve worries.

Sam puts a hand on his shoulder. He pats him. "Nothing, if you take care of yourself." He removes the hand and heads for the door just behind and to Steve's left. "I'll text you the place. You're off on personal leave the rest of this week- "

"Sam!" Steve starts to twist around towards the door but Sam's already out in the hallway.

"You've got that, plus the weekend to handle it. And I'll know if you lie about going!"

Steve turns back around, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he clenches his teeth. A moment later, there's a 'buzz' against his leg. He maneuvers past a glob of mayonnaise to pull his phone out of his pocket. As promised, there's one new text.

[11:59 AM] Sam Wilson (VA job):

"Safe Haven Respite Services, LLC"

1472 Halifax St., Ste. C.

--ask for "Bucky" (and don't be an ass!)

Steve purses his lips, knowing that he's going to have to do it if he wants to keep his job. Feeling both tired and grumpy, he lets his hands fall into his lap and scowls down at the phone.

What the hell kind of simp-ass Dom even calls themself something stupid like "Bucky," anyway?

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She Lost Control Again

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: Spanking as punishment, panties as gag, bratty reader, rude reader, quiet/silent sex, teasing, dom/sub undertones (Dom Bucky and Steve/sub reader), piv sex, pussy/clit slapping, derogatory language (slut - affectionate), pet names, poly relationship, BREAKFAST (not a warning, just delicious)

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You wake up to someone shaking you.

“Why the fuck are you shaking me?” you growl.

“Let’s go get breakfaaaaast.” It’s Steve. “We’re all going for breakfast. Come oooooon. Let’s gooooo.”

“First of all, who the hell eats breakfast at-” you squint at your phone, “eight o’clock in the fucking morning?”

“Uhm, most people do, doll.”

“SECOND OF ALL, go away or I’ll stab you.”

“Nope.” A cold hand wraps around your ankle and you’re unceremoniously dragged out of bed by Bucky. He rearranges you into a vaguely upright position, “Stevie said ‘let’s go’ so, let’s fuckin’ go. I want pancakes. So shake that bacon into some clothes.” He slaps your bare ass to get you moving.

“Fine. I am getting dressed, but I hate it. I’m doing it under duress, and with protest.”

“Too bad, cranky ass,” Steve chuckles.

You grab the first things you see and throw them on: a striped micro-mini skirt, and Bucky’s faded Joy Division t-shirt, tied in a knot at your waist so it flatters your figure. You pull on some panties too, because your skirt ends just below your ass cheeks, so a deep breath could have you flashing anyone who happened to be looking.

Once you pull your shoes on, you slouch and glower at both men.

“Someone is fuckin’ salty this morning,” Bucky smirks. “Go ahead and keep being a brat, kitten.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Mmm, no,” he grabs your waist and yanks you close, “it’s a promise,” he purrs and squeezes your ass cheek.

“Oo scary,” you grumble. “Fine. Let’s go.”

You let them drag you to the little diner where the band is already sitting around a table scattered with menus. It’s an adorable mom and pop place, where the specials are still written on a chalkboard, and the dishes don’t have cutesy, trademarked names.

‘G’morning, sunshine,'' Scott sing-songs at you with a grin. His mohawk is styled into six sharp, grape-colored peaks today, and he’s wearing a ratty old tee that says ‘punch your local nazi,’ over a green skirt covered in cheerful yellow flowers. You’d never figure out how someone could pop pills all day, barely sleep at night, and still be as chipper as Scott Lang.

Nat is busy trying to get the phone number of a waitress from another section, and Clint is unwrapping all the toothpicks in the holder and using them to build a tiny toothpick fort. They both give you a distracted wave.

“Hi,” you snap, “Scott, Clint, Nat.”

Steve sits next to Bucky, and pulls you down onto his lap. He leans close so his lips are brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re being very rude this morning.” You roll your eyes.

Now Bucky is in your ear too, “Go ahead, kitten. Sass one of us again. Just one. more. time.”

Steve, murmurs, “I dare ya.”

You sag, and squeeze your lips together.

“Aww. What a shame,” Steve tuts and hands you a menu.

You’re scanning over the menu to see the diner’s offerings, and Steve starts fidgeting, bouncing his legs, and tapping his hands on the table. “Damnit Steve, I can’t read like this,” you gripe.

“And there it is,” Bucky grins, plucking the menu from your hands and setting it on the table. He smiles at the rest of the band, “You’ll excuse us for a minute.” To you and Steve he says, “You two. Come.”

He takes your hand and pulls you across the diner into the men’s bathroom.

“Hey!” you squawk as the door shuts behind the three of you.

You’re cut off by Bucky’s CUNT PUNCHER hand around your throat. He pins you between his palm and Steve’s unyielding chest. “No. You hush. All you had to do was wake up and get breakfast with us this morning. That’s the lowest bar ever. But you’ve been surly and rude to everyone.”

You open your mouth to defend yourself, and Bucky squeezes your neck tighter.

“What part of hush did you not get, doll?” Steve’s voice rumbles against the back of your head. “Sounds like we need to fuck the brat out of you.”

Bucky’s hand disappears but he takes a half step forward to press his chest against you. There’s a quiet click, then the point of a knife drags up your thigh. Bucky twists a fist into the front of your panties, and yanks the blade through them. Then he pushes you face first against one of the stall doors.

“Lift your skirt up,” Bucky orders. You aren’t moving fast enough for him, and his forearm falls heavily against your shoulders and he leans in to snarl, “Get it. fucking. up.”

Your shaky hands flip the skirt up to uncover your bottom. From this angle they can both see the moisture shining between your thighs. Bucky’s metal digits dip down to your slit and slide through the wetness that’s been collecting there ever since you asked Bucky if he was threatening you.

Steve groans behind you, “God, what a slut.”

Bucky chuckles, then his metal hand slaps down on your ass. You whimper and he shushes you. His hand collides with the meat of your ass again, and you mewl.

His breath ghosts over your ear when he leans in to growl, “What part of hush are you not fucking getting? Shh. Be quiet. Silence. No talking. No noise. Shut up.” He pops the p and the puff of air makes you jump.

“I'm trying,” you whisper.

“I’m so glad you wore panties today,” Steve chuckles. His thick fingers dig into your cheeks and he squeezes your jaw until your mouth opens. He stuffs your panties inside, and pushes it closed with his palm.

Bucky speaks again, punctuating each word with a firm smack to your ass. “Now,” smack, “can,” smack, “you,” smack, “fucking,” smack, “hush?” smack. You nod vigorously, huffing in breaths through your nose, the bathroom is rank with the smell of piss and it stings your eyes.

Bucky’s fingers slide through your folds again. “We’re going to fuck you now kitten,” he holds his fingers up to show you the wetness coating them, “and from the looks of it, we’re gonna be able to slide right in. If you can stay quiet for both of us, we’ll take these out,” he taps your lips, “and you can eat breakfast with the rest of us.”

“And if you can’t,” Steve continues, “you can sit there with your panties in your mouth while everyone else eats, and you can eat your breakfast all by yourself on the bus.”

“Think you can do that?” Bucky asks. You nod, and he scoffs, “We’ll see.”

Steve raps a knuckle over some writing on the stall door. For a good time call Candy Robinson, and what is (presumably) Candy’s phone number. He smirks at you, “Let's see if you can show us a good time, or if we have to give Candy here a call.”

You hear the sound of a zipper raking down, then Bucky kicks your feet apart and pushes into your cunt. He bottoms out so forcefully your feet leave the floor and your cheek slides up the stall door with a dull squeak that echoes off the tiles.

He doesn’t bother setting you down, just uses his hands to adjust the angle of your hips, and starts fucking you hard and fast. You curl your fingers over the top of the stall door and hold on for dear life.

Bucky’s cock knocks the breath out of you every couple of strokes, and you grunt with the force of it. Steve leans against the stall door next to the one Bucky has you pinned against. He smirks at you and taps the graffiti again as a reminder. “That’s not very quiet,” he tsks, then gasps, “I think I hear someone coming. Some old man’s gonna walk in here and see you getting railed in the men’s bathroom like a little slut.” He pauses as if listening, then claps a hand over his heart in an exaggerated show of relief, “Oh they went into the women’s bathroom. Lucky you.”

The panties are soaked with drool now, but you keep your teeth clamped shut around the wet, uncomfortable weight. You huff breaths in through your nose, but you can feel the telltale heaviness of an orgasm building in your core. You try to prepare for it, to somehow turn off your vocal cords. The pressure crests and you come with a quiet sob, your back arching, and your fingers digging into the stall door hard enough that you’d find paint under your nails later.

Bucky’s cock twitches inside you. He grabs one of your hands from where it is clutching the top of the door, and twists it behind you. Fastening his teeth in the meat of that shoulder, he comes with a few more sloppy thrusts. A thin moan squeaks out of you even though you try so hard to be quiet.

When he pulls out of you a warm cascade of come spills out of you and dribbles down your thigh. Bucky chases it with an index finger. He makes a move to pop the finger into your mouth, and chuckles sarcastically, “Oops. Guess this one’s for me then.” He sucks on his finger and hands you over to Steve.

The room spins like a ride at a cheap carnival, and you’re snatched to an abrupt halt against Steve’s chest. You’re facing the mirror now, instead of the stalls. Steve’s eyes shine with mischief, and a thrill climbs up your spine at the sight of his smirk.

He hoists one of your legs up to rest on the counter, and gets his fingers on your clit. He slaps the sensitive bundle of nerves a few times, and your knee buckles. He pins you against his chest with a hand around your throat. Your hips buck against him, and Steve grins at you in the mirror.

“Come on,” he purrs, “give it to me. Come for me. Then I’m gonna get my cock in you, and you will scream for me, you bratty little slut.”

And you whimper because you know it’s true. You can feel heat pooling in your belly, and you’re already keening low in your throat, despite your best efforts to stop.

But you don’t want to stop it. The panties in your mouth are a soggy reminder of how you got yourself into this. As you fall apart for Steve, you regret, with every fiber of your being, your shitty attitude, because it’s preventing you from making the noises Steve and Bucky love to hear. You want to moan for them, wail for them, cry their names aloud so they know how good they make you feel.

Suddenly Steve bends you over the counter top, and starts working his dick into you. He pushes in hard, and your body slips forward over the damp surface. You throw your hands up to stop yourself before you hit the mirror.

He’s got the back of your skirt twisted in his fist, and he’s using it as leverage to fuck you hard, knocking cries out of you with every jarring slap of his hips against your ass. You’re not even trying to stay quiet anymore. That ship has sailed, and you’d take your licks for it. You start making all the noises you’ve been wanting to make since Bucky cut your panties off of you. Even with the wet fabric as a baffle you’re loud, but you don’t give a shit anymore.

You go placid and pliant in Steve’s hands, letting him use you to get himself off. He immediately catches the change, and hauls you up and against his chest. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmurs. A strong arm goes around your waist, and his other hand dives under your shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing over your nipples. The new little barbells make them so sensitive and you push your chest into his hand with a mewl. The puff of air from his laugh tickles your damp neck.

You regret treating your family like shit, and feel ashamed of yourself. You drop your eyes so you’re looking at the soap dispenser next to the basin. The shimmery pink liquid spilling out of the nozzle onto the bleach-white counter. Your eyes sting with tears, and the streak of candy-colored soap blurs.

Steve taps a finger on your chin until you look up at him with wet eyes. “There she is,” he says softly, thumbing away the tear that skitters down your cheek. “Eyes on me princess,” he orders, holding your gaze in the mirror with his vivid blue stare. “Come for me one more time, and you’re done, I promise.” You sniffle and nod. He presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers, “There’s my good girl,” in your ear.

His hand falls to your clit, he slaps it a few times until you groan. Then he circles the little bud with his rough fingertips until your back bows, and your throat sings with unrestrained moans when you gush on his cock.

He rumbles out some praise that you don’t hear because of the blood rushing in your ears, and slams into you one last time. The heat of his climax fills your pussy and dribbles down your thighs when he pulls out.

While Steve helps you get your legs under you and makes sure they’re going to stay there, you notice Bucky smiling smugly in front of one of the stall doors. He slides to the side with a flourish and a grin. “Tada!” he declares, gesturing at the door.

With his knife, he’d scratched out For a good time call Candy Robinson, totally obscuring the blurb written in black sharpie. Next to it he neatly carved, For a good time call Y/F/N Y/L/N, and surrounded it with a heart. You trace it with your fingertips. There’s no phone number, like Candy had, but that’s not the point of his little art project. You hug him tightly.

“Open,” Bucky says, tapping your lips. Your mouth falls open and he removes the wad of ruined fabric. He chuckles, “I think you did it Stevie. Fucked the brat right out of her.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, contrition written all over your face.

Steve hooks a thumb under your chin and kisses you gently. “It’s okay, sweet girl. You don’t have to put those back in your mouth. We’re not gonna make you wait to eat.”

“No Stevie. I’ll keep them there.”

“Are you sure, princess?” Bucky asks gently. You nod. They both take the opportunity to tangle their tongues with yours before Bucky pushes the sodden cloth back into your mouth. He looks at you with eyes full of love. “God, you’re such a good girl for us. I love you so much.”

“Come on,” Steve steers you toward the door with a steadying hand on your back. “You want us to order for you, princess?” You nod at him gratefully.

When you return to the table Nat’s got three napkins in front of her with scrawled phone numbers and lipstick kisses on them. Clint has finished his toothpick fort and fashioned little soldiers out of the straw papers. And Scott is animatedly discussing music theory with a teenager at the next table who has lavender hair, and a safety pin in his cheek.

“Hey guys,” Bucky grins at everyone.

“Sorry about that,” Steve chuckles, raking a hand through his golden fauxhawk.

You smile at everyone, and lift the edges of your skirt in a prim little curtsy.

Steve pulls you down onto his lap and asks you to point out what he and Bucky should order for themselves.

You give the waitress a bright smile when she comes to take everyone’s order. She looks at you oddly when they skip over you when it’s time to order, but Steve distracts her with his stunning smile. Then he tells her what you want, and instructs her to package it to go.

You smile, and nod or shake your head whenever anyone speaks to you. The band looks at you oddly until Bucky gets Clint talking about his fragile paper army and distracts everyone.

Scott studies you for awhile, then leans over to loudly ask Bucky, “Is this a sex thing?” then laughs when Bucky throws a piece of toast at him.

When the food comes, Bucky and Steve wolf down their breakfast and toss a handful of bills onto the table, grabbing your food from the startled waitress and dragging you out of the restaurant behind them.

When you get back to the bus they pull you into your bunk and make you eat your breakfast off of them.

[becca-e-barnes]

i really can’t stop thinking about how fucking needy bucky would be and the fact that you said there would be endless cum because he’s a super soldier has left me thinking how many times a day he would fuck you and leave you ruined because he’s just so fucking needy 🥵

could you imagine he would act up in PUBLIC and you would try to shoo him away but it would get him all angry and dominate and he’d take you to a dressing room or bathroom and just destroy you and everyone could hear you

-strwbrrybucky

Oh holy shit, Bucky getting needy in public is going to be the death of me i hadn’t really even considered him flipping into a needy Dom rather than a needy sub and I really wish I had 🥵

Like you’re out shopping together and he maybe sees a pretty lingerie set you would look so good in. But you tell him you don’t need any more, maybe you’re in a rush to get somewhere else and you just don’t have time for it today.

“Come on doll, even just try it on for me? Know you’d look fucking beautiful.” He’s getting himself all worked up at just the thought, nibbling at your ear, standing so close behind you that you can feel him hardening up and that’s going to be a huge issue.

“Buck, we don’t have time today. We’ll come back for it this Saturday, I promise.”

But he’s horny now. “Shit, you know what you do to me? Jus’ thinkin’ about you in that. Can hardly think straight.” His head gets so clouded with lust so quickly and it excites you far more than it should. He kind of expects you to be the levelheaded one so he loves testing your resolve, letting you make the decision to ignore your own voice of reason.

“Bucky, fuck, we can’t do this here.” His body heat is making you ache, your body craving his. You’re in the middle of a clothes store for goodness sake.

“Baby, did you forget I’m enhanced? I can smell how bad you want this. Your little cunt is cryin’ out for me. How am I supposed to ignore it?” And shit, he’s right. You can feel yourself throbbing, slick gathering in your underwear and your eyes flutter shut at the sound of him dragging in a deep breath through his nose. “Smells so fuckin’ sweet angel. What’dya say we go to the changin’ rooms for a quickie? Won’t take long to get ya off, can tell.”

You’re not quite sure how he has the confidence to be so shamelessly filthy in public but you don’t even care any more.

You’re excited enough that there’s no way you can turn him down.

“You have to be quiet this time Bucky. Can’t be like last time, I was so embarrassed.” You’d reasoned it out and your need had won, Bucky smirking as he held your waist, leading you to the changing room with the lingerie completely forgotten.

There wasn’t even time to completely undress, hell, there was hardly even time to lock the door before Bucky was on you, pressing you against the questionably fragile wall of the changing room.

“Oh God, fuck honey, ‘m too horny. No idea where it came from. Jus’ achin’ for ya.” He didn’t waste a second, unbuttoning his jeans and untucking himself, his tip already weeping as you shuffled out of your own trousers. You were pinned to the unstable wall once more, Bucky supporting you, splitting you open with one quick, sharp thrust.

“Bucky, oh yes, more Bucky, please.” It was like every word got louder and louder as he picked up speed, slipping in and out of you with ease.

“Mhm that’s it baby girl, squeeze my cock for me. Love when you let your little pussy do the thinkin’ for ya.” He was sounding more and more wrecked with every thrust, whines and cries spilling out of you when you reached down to play with yourself, chasing your high since you knew you didn’t have long.

“Swallowin’ me up, aren’t ya? You’re getting close, can feel it. Wanna hear you. Wanna make sure this whole damn store knows who’s fuckin’ you so well.” The poor wall was shaking under your body, his powerful thrusts somehow driving every concern from your head. You weren’t holding back anymore, eyes rolling back in your head as you came with a high cry.

“Bucky, fuck, Bucky I’m cumming. Holy shit don’t stop, ah, so good Buck, feels so good.” He groaned so loud as your words dragged him over the edge, his body slumping against yours, pinning you to the wall as he filled you full of cum.

“What a good girl. Swear you take this big dick like it’s the only thing you wanna do. Love that about you honey.”

After carefully setting you down, Bucky’s horny haze had worn off, the embarrassment beginning to creep wash over you when you realised the gravity of what you’ve just done and how many people had heard.

“Think we’d better leave honey. Before there’s a queue at the door waiting to be fucked like you were.” His cheeky wink makes your heart flutter but you’ve never agreed with him more. You really did need to leave. Quickly.

[kiraswritten]

You’re Like Heaven To Touch (part two)

pairing: mutant!reader x bucky barnes warning: masturbation, unprotected sex, praise kink, suuuper mild sub!bucky, hair pulling summary: you have the ability to heighten pleasure through touch, as well as inflict pain. you tangle with the avengers during one failed mission and end up bunking with bucky barnes as a result. •MINORS DO NOT INTERACT•

authors note: it’s been a while since i’ve written some sessi shit 😗 pls be gentle

(part one) (part two)

You close your eyes, draping your arm across your face, forcing yourself to concentrate on something, anything other than the quiet snoring of Bucky on the other side of the room. 

It had been two days since you were rescued by the Avengers. You were healing fast and getting along well with the trio, though you were at your limits trying very hard to keep your very inappropriate feelings towards the super solider. 

His eyes were hypnotizing, his body screamed sex, and his voice, oh god his voice, this man ticked all the boxes for you. 

At first you were more than okay with sharing a room with Bucky. It's not like you hadn’t seen incredibly fit and handsome people naked before, but he was different. 

Sure, you wanted to run your hands down his firm muscles, run your fingers through those chocolate brown locks but you felt like there was something beyond that.

Or maybe you were just that horny.

You lay on your other side, trying to make yourself comfortable in your bed but it was no use. 

You were wound up tight, and you desperately needed release. It had been months since you got laid, hell, it was almost a year since you’ve had a proper kiss.

You raise your head slowly to see if Bucky was asleep and with how rhythmic he was breathing, you came to the conclusion that he was asleep. 

You lick your lips, questioning if you were going to actually do it; masturbate when another person is in the same room. This is so fucked.

You let out a quiet sigh.

Fuck it. You tell yourself; you need this and he is sound asleep, no way were you going to get caught. 

You close your eyes once more and inhaled, your right hand slipping underneath your shorts and underwear, your fingertips barely touching your skin.

You make your way down between your legs, you feel the warmth radiating from your core on your fingers. 

You bite down a gasp, your middle finger brushing against your clit, already feeling how soaking wet you are. 

“Baby you’re so wet.” You imagine Bucky saying, your fingers being coated in your slick. 

You imagine him fingering you instead, his eyes taking in your form. 

“All for me huh?” He says, and you nod. 

“God you’re fuckin perfect Sugar, so needy for my fingers aren’t you?” 

You were so engulfed in your own fantasy, you forgot to keep your voice down, immediately waking up the super solider.

Bucky jolted from his bed, his senses on high alert. Once he deduced that there wasn’t any danger, he focused on the sounds.

“Mmpfh.” You cry out, slipping two fingers into your wet hole.

Bucky turned in your direction, his breath hitched, you were playing with yourself. He swallowed back a growl, attempting to push down any animalistic urges that dared to escape, he needed to control himself. At least, for now.

He felt himself growing hard, each small moan that escaped your lips fueled the fire that grew inside him, you sounded perfect.

You were so close, you could almost taste it. Just one more and-

“God, Bucky,” you cry out, your eyes opening wide, realizing you just said that out-loud.

You heard the creak of the bed from across the room, fuck he heard you, he definitely heard you. You laid frozen in your bed, your hand still in-between your legs, too afraid to move.

He moved so quietly but you knew that he was making his way towards you.

You could feel the tension thick in the air, you wanted a hole to swallow you whole, it was becoming too much.

“I can smell you Baby,” He said, his voice raspy.

Fuck, you could feel your core grow even wetter from hearing his voice, it was amazing how much he’s affected you and he hadn’t even touch you yet.

He sits down on the bed next to your body, ghosting his metal digits against the skin of your arm.

“Dripping for me Dollface? The whole room smells like your sex.” He states, the tone of his voice made you feel a mixture of annoyance and arousal.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you showed me your powers.” His metal index finger drawing figure eights on your arm.

You turn to lie on your back, opening your legs slightly, taking your hand out from your shorts.

“The more I got to know you, the more I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” His hand trailed down your leg, gripping your thigh. He grabs your hand and sucks your fingers off, one digit by one, relishing on your sweet taste.

“I knew you’d taste like magic.” He says, looking directly into your eyes.

You let out a whimper, trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the growing fire in the pit of your stomach.

“Please,” You beg. It was amazing you could even form words at that point, he was intoxicating.

Bucky smiles, getting up from his sitting position and going on his knees, crawling in-between your legs. He moves your legs apart, quickly pulling off your shorts and soaked underwear, discarding them onto the floor.

He bites back a groan, seeing your delicious cunt dripping, begging for his touch.

“I need to taste you first, okay Baby?” He says.

“Yes, please, Bucky-” Your eyes roll back from pleasure, hands gripping at the bedsheet as he dove right in.

His tongue lapped at your folds, each lick sending a shockwaves down your spine, you could feel him smiling against your cunt, enjoying how your walls clenched around his tongue.

His nose buried onto your clit, he presses his face deeper into you like a man starved. Your fingers gripping onto his brown locks, you were humping his face as he delved deeper, licking and sucking.

The familiar buzz of your powers began to erupt all over your body, the pleasure mixing with it.

Bucky moans into your pussy, feeling an overwhelming sense of pleasure from the top of his head, where your fingers held his hair, to his mouth, all the more fueling his need for you.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god” you gasp, “Fuck Bucky, please don’t stop.”

He groans, both his hands holding you down onto the bed.

He swears to himself he could eat you out all day if you’d let him. He swears he hadn’t taste anything as mouth-watering as you and he decided then and there that nothing will ever compare.

“Baby, I’m coming, ah-fuck” You whimper, you could feel your release nearing as you said that.

In an instant, Bucky pulls back, leaving you trying to chase your high. Bucky spreads your legs apart, pushing down on both your thighs to prevent you from moving.

“Not yet.” He states, pulling off the shirt he was wearing while kicking off the sweatpants he was wearing.

You sit up from your lying position, spreading your legs wide apart, fingers playing with your clit while your other hand started pinching your nipples.

“You’re breathtaking Doll,” He says, giving his long and thick length a few tugs.

He wipes the precum around the tip of his dick, he leans forward, aligning himself with you.

You sit up a little, grabbing his shaft, you smile coyly at him as he lets out a few moans.

"Your powers are the best." He says, wrecked with pleasure.

"I could cum right now, fuck," He gasps, grabbing you by the wrist.

"I need to feel you Baby,"

You nod your head, proud that you could make him fall apart so quick. You let go of his dick, lying back down on the bed.

You feel the dull sensation of his dick slipping into you, once again your eyes rolling back from pleasure.

“I found heaven between your legs Baby,” He says, “So fucking wet.”

You smile, biting down on your bottom lip, you thrust forward, trying to rub your clit against him.

He falls forward, his face at the crook of your neck, he moans your name into your skin, making you gasp.

"You feel amazing, oh fuck." One hand gripping your hip, and the other propping himself up so that he wouldn't be crushing you, Bucky continues thrusting in and out of you.

Your arms pull him close, wrapping around his neck, you wanted to scream his name out loud, you wanted the world to know how good he's making you feel.

Bucky starts sucking on your neck, his tongue licking the places he's bitten, you could feel yourself grow even wetter, the sensation of everything only pushed you closer to your orgasm.

"Please, oh Buck, please don't stop." Your hand reaches the back of his neck, you grab a fistful of his hair and give it a tug, making him groan against your skin.

"Do that against, please," He mumbles against your skin, "Oh please Baby,"

You bite back a moan, you loved hearing him like this, you loved hearing him be wrecked with pleasure.

You give his hair another tug and he bites down onto your neck, hard, you were using your powers on him, to see how much pleasure he could take.

"Oh god, your pussy and your fingers, fuck, Doll, please, I won't last if you keep, fuck-"

Bucky swears he could see stars, he was overwhelmed with all the sensations, he was so close.

"Come for me Baby, please come inside me." You say, twisting the handful of hair.

Bucky growls against your skin, his thrusts became quicker and sloppier, "Oh fuck, I-" A strangled moan escapes his lips as he shoots thick spurts of cum inside you.

You silently scream, feeling yourself let go, letting yourself fall into a breathtaking release, you continue to press your clit against his pelvis, prolonging your orgasm.

He continues to thrust until you pat on his arm, "Buck, it's too much, I, please," you say.

He stops, propping himself up with both of his arms so he wouldn't crush you. The two of you close your eyes, trying to regain your normal breathing pattern once more.

You open your eyes and you see him, his eyes still close as his firm chest heaves. He looked perfect.

He opens his eyes to meet yours, a smile on his lips.

"You're amazing."

You feel your cheeks heat up, you break away from his gaze, in which he immediately brings his flesh hand to your face, bringing your gaze back to his.

"Don't get all shy on me all of a sudden."

"Bucky..."

"God I love how you say my name."

Your cheeks grow warmer as he leans in for a soft kiss. Your fingers drag along his neck and into his hair, Bucky moans into your lips.

"Your touch is addicting Doll, I can't get enough of it."

You let out a chuckle, your fingers running along his scalp.

"Maybe that was my plan along," you say playfully.

"Lucky me." He grins before pulling you into another breathtaking kiss.

Guess it's time for round two.

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xx end.