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navybrat817 · 1 year ago
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The Animal Within
Pairing: Shifter!Bucky Barnes x Shifter!Female Reader Summary: Bucky can't help but follow you when you go through his territory. Word Count: Over 2.2k Warnings: Shifters, flirting, background character death, mention of blood, slight possessive behavior, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Meet Wolfie and Little Red! My fourth and final Connect 4 (C4007 - Square 4) / Into an Alternate Juneiverse AND Week 2 of Hot Bucky Summer for @buckybarnesevents! Theme - What should I call you? ❤️ Beta read by @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics and thanks to @targaryenvampireslayer and @buckets-and-trees for the encouragement! ❤️Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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When Bucky was a child, the townspeople warned him not to venture too far into the woods. Dangerous creatures lurked in the shadows and many who strayed far from the beaten path never came back. What they didn't know was that he often did that very thing since he could walk. The townspeople had no reason to fear for him. While they were right that the forest held many dangers, it was also a place of kinship and wonder. He found solace in the trees.
Because even predators had soft sides.
Which was one of the reasons he started tracking you.
Who are you?
Bucky knew every creature in his territory, but hadn’t seen you before. You were stunning and quick as you wove in and out of the trees, a blur of red amongst the green and brown background. You stopped at one point to smell some flowers, as if you didn’t have a care in the world. Something about your scent excited him like nothing else, tempting him to chase you down. He refrained from doing so and maintained a safe distance as he followed, not wanting to spook you. He should’ve alerted Steve and the others the deeper you went into the woods, but he wanted to keep you to himself for now.
As if you were his.
Steve would likely ask him later why he decided to follow you in the first place. The easy answer was that this wasn't your home and he wanted to know why you decided to go through this part of the forest. It also concerned him a bit that you were by yourself. While he had his found family, he wondered why wasn’t someone by your side? Was it by choice?
Why are you all alone out here, little red?
The air was cool in this part of the forest, even with the sun shining through the branches, but it didn't seem to bother you as you stopped to play with a rock. Bucky crouched between two trees, careful not to draw attention to himself as he curiously watched. You were smaller than him and appeared far too sweet for your own good. It was strange how he felt the need to protect you and snarl that you needed to stay alert. You were all alone and anyone could come along and just eat you up.
A snap of a twig drew his attention, lowering his body more when another scent drifted through the air. You, on the other hand, were perfectly content in your own little world. Either you didn't sense the foreboding atmosphere shift or you didn't care.
Why aren't you paying attention?!
Bucky bit back a growl when he spotted the large man coming from the opposite direction, almost blending in with the background as he watched you. The fur on the back of his neck stood up straight when he saw the arrow aimed in your direction. The man had every intention of killing you. It was a cruel way to die, especially when all you were doing was playing in the woods.
Now I have to save you.
As the hunter released his arrow, you surprised both of them by suddenly leaping toward the nearest tree and narrowly avoided getting hurt. You didn’t look down as you climbed up the bark and walked across one of the large branches with more agility than he expected, your eyes on the hunter as he reached for another arrow. You must have sensed him if you were able to dodge his weapon like that. If Bucky didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were laughing or playing a game.
No time to play around, little red. You can't stay up there all day.
You must have known that, too, since you leapt from the high height and onto the man below.
With a small scream, you tackled the hunter to the ground. He tried to toss you away, but he didn't stand a chance when you bit into his neck. Bucky didn't expect such ruthlessness from you, but he understood why you attacked since the hunter intended to kill you. And while he didn't normally hunt without giving chase, the tear of flesh and tissue from the man's throat urged the beast inside him to join you. He had to help as you were smaller and could still get hurt.
Pack mentality. Nothing more, right?
Bucky jumped through the trees and charged at the man lying in the dirt. He was still conscious enough to throw an arm up to try and defend himself, but it only led to the wolf chomping down and crunching the bone. He relented after a moment, only to join you in biting his neck. Blood hit his white fur and dripped onto the soil, staining the earth and adding the hunter to the long list of fallen souls in the shadows.
Should've stuck to the beaten path.
You snapped your head up at the sound of his snarl, licking some of the blood from around your mouth as you assessed him. You seemingly forgot about the lifeless hunter as you slowly backed away. Bucky didn't approach you and he wasn't your enemy, but refused to lower his head in submission as you hunched your back. He was almost impressed at the fearless flash in your eyes.
You won't win a fight against me.
Your body collided with his a second later, a firm reminder of your speed even though he was stronger. You didn't claw or bite as the two of you rolled away from the body, but you screamed again. Maybe you wanted to warn him that you weren't a creature to mess with. Or maybe you knew he followed you and wanted to retaliate.
It was for your own good.
Bucky got on top of you as you came to a stop. With a small growl and raise of his lips, he went for your throat. He would've bitten through your neck, but he didn't since his intention wasn't to kill you. He wouldn't let you do any damage to him either. The clench of his jaw was a warning of what he could do if you didn't submit and the hold was enough to make you go lax beneath him with a small sound. And it was the pounding of your heart against his fur that made him loosen his hold.
It's okay, little red.
He let go completely at the sound of snapping and shifting bones beneath him. He knew those noises all too well. The shrill shriek you let out faded to a groan as your body stretched, the red fur disappearing into your skin. Your eyes were still glowing as you completed the transformation from a fox to a human.
A beautiful, naked human.
Though the townspeople feared the woods and knew monsters existed, not everyone believed the myth that shifters roamed the land. But here you were, living proof just like him. Maybe that was why your scent called to him, a mixture of something wild and grounding. It was only right that he changed back into his human form, too. It didn't mean he'd give you the satisfaction of moving away while he shifted back, his bones molding and skin stretching with a grunt. His hair fell in his blue eyes as he exhaled, his breathing harsh as he realized just how close your bodies were.
And that he could smell your arousal.
"You know I didn't need you to save me, right, wolfie?" you smiled, bringing a hand to his cheek. He bristled, but not because it didn't feel nice. It was because you touched him without hesitation. "I had it under control."
Wolfie?
"I think you did need my help," he couldn't help but say. While you were a predator, you weren't as dangerous as him. Your touch was too soft. "You should be thanking me."
"Thank you for not minding your own business."
"It is my business when you're in my territory," he reminded you, placing his hands on each side of your head as he stared down at you. The intimidating look didn't make you cower. It made you smile.
Why aren't you afraid of me?
"I guess so," you said, stretching a little and drawing his attention to your neck. It would look beautiful with his mark on it.
No. I'm not thinking about claiming this beautiful, sly stranger.
"You guess so?"
"Okay, it is your business," you huffed softly. "That man killed a lot of defenseless creatures in the west end of the forest, so I lured him here. And if he didn't take me as bait, I figured a wolf would either scare him off or kill him."
Cunning and smart.
"So you did need my help," he smirked.
"I attacked him just fine without you."
True.
"But if you hadn't, you would've had to rely on me."
"Yes, I would have. Because you're so biiiiig and so strooooong and I'm sooooo helpless," you teased, raising an eyebrow when you purposely lifted your hips to touch his. "Well, you really are big."
His eyes slipped shut, but it didn't stop the blood from flowing south. You were so warm and soft. If he spread your legs a bit more and sheathed himself, he wondered just how tight and hot you'd feel around him. Would you cry out for him or whimper?
"You're also smelly and hairy like a dog," you added.
With a growl, his eyes flew open. Instead of showing fear, you laughed. He was so thrown off by the sound that you were able to use your strength to roll him on his back. The sight of you above him, your breasts lightly bouncing from another laugh, was one he'd later dream about.
"You know the thing about foxes? People always underestimate us," you said with a smile. "Because we're smaller than wolves and so cute. We look almost innocent."
Bucky laughed this time, the sound deep as he brought his hands to your hips to steady you. No other reason. "I know damned well you’re not innocent at all."
He held his breath as you leaned down, your nipples brushing against his chest. "And how would you know that?" you whispered, your lips so close he could almost kiss you.
The scent of blood and death was only a few feet away, but the tempting smell of your pussy had his mouth watering. He had to keep a level head though. He didn't know you. "No one innocent would rip a throat out like that."
He wondered just how many men you lured to their deaths with your act.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
The playfulness faded from your eyes as you sat up. Had he touched on a sore topic? "Sometimes we have to do those things in order to survive," you said, lifting your weight off of him. "Thank you so much for 'saving' me."
"Wait," he urged as he sat up, not wanting you to go away so quickly. That should've bothered him that he wanted you close by. Everything about his pull to you should have. "That's not a proper thank you."
"And what is?" you asked curiously, your eyes moving along his body as he stood up. He wasn't ashamed of his nakedness. If anything, he liked that you saw some of his scars.
"Helping me get rid of this body," he answered, nodding to the hunter. He'd already have to explain to Steve that he assisted in killing him, but he wasn't at all sorry. "And I need to make sure you get back to the border safely."
You nodded after a moment. "Not the kind of 'thank you' I thought you'd want, but I'll help," you said, briefly looking up at the sky and avoiding his gaze. "Don't worry about taking me back. I can manage just fine getting out of here. I'm used to going it alone."
I don't like that.
"I'd feel better if I went with you," he said.
"Fine," you agreed, gesturing to yourself when a breeze picked up, goosebumps rising on your skin. "Just wish I had my red cape to cover up. Unless you don't mind the view."
He licked his lips when you did a spin, giving him a view of every delicious curve of your body. "I don't mind," he admitted.
Hell, he was still half hard just from having you against him on the ground.
"I like you, wolfie," you smiled.
"That's not my name," he said, even if the little nickname made him want to smile.
"What should I call you?" you asked, brushing a bit of dirt off his right arm.
"Bucky," he replied, gently taking your arm before you could walk away. "What should I call you?"
You smiled as you gave him your name and moved in close again. "You can call me little red if you want," you told him, your breath fanning against his ear. "Let's get to work."
Maybe once you finished burying the body, Bucky would convince you to tell him a bit more about yourself. Because he wasn't ready to let you leave his territory yet. Not when he sensed you had no one to go back to. And he had a feeling you weren't quite ready to leave yet either.
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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago
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Power Play - Chapter 1
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AN: And here is Week 5 of HBS and the start of a new multi-chapter fic, this one a Bucky x Reader story, cos I like to give you all some variety. This also strays into Soft!Dark! Territory, cos, you know… Mob! Bucky. Thanks @buckybarnesevents for the inspo.
I’ve chosen the prompt When I first met you... Electricity
Beta’d by @buckysbarne
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me. Pictures of Seb courtesy of https://sebastian-stan.com/
Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list
Summary: Waking up in a mobster’s house the morning after the night before was not how this was supposed to go…
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Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader
WC: 2.3k
CW: Kidnap, Manipulation, Soft!Dark! Bucky, Alcohol consumption, Reader briefly believes Bucky will force her against her will (use of R word once), kissing, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate (all variations of sweetheart/darling except Pchelka, which is explained.)
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Your head was foggy and your mouth grainy as you opened your eyes, blinking against the harshness of the late morning sun coming through the window.
“Good morning, Pchelka.” Strong fingers gripping your chin and pinching your jaw harshly, brought you out of your stupor, and you looked up at the owner of the gravelly voice. 
“Did you sleep well? I slept like a log. I’m going to say that it was because of the connection we made last night.” He chuckled darkly. “Did you feel it, sladkiy? The electricity when I first took your hand in mine? Because I did.” His body shivered at the memory, and you felt a fission of fear travel down your spine.
His eyes were blue - cool and chilling - and you wished you were looking at them under different circumstances. Wished you were here with him under different circumstances, because although he was your enemy, you weren’t blind.
James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes. Revered head of the New York Mob, and so sinfully handsome it was no wonder that men and women swooned at his feet.
“Are you going to answer me, Pchelka?”
His brow was arched, amusement still playing at his lips. Challenging you to defy him.
“I’m not your ‘little bee’. And I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He let your face go with a snort that told you that he knew you were lying. Because you were. How could you not have felt it, when your slim hand had been completely engulfed by his when you’d been introduced? When he’d raised your hand, gently turning it to press a kiss to the fluttering vein in your wrist.
You should have known then that you were fucked. Should have called the whole thing off and got out of there. 
But no. You’d decided that you had to stay - had to pull your big girl pants up, get a hold of yourself and prove to everyone else that you were capable of carrying out this mission. You wondered if your colleagues, your fellow agents, were trying to actually rescue you, or were they laughing at your ineptitude?
Barnes crossed to the far side of the room, a classic dark wood office with floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with leather-bound tomes. Turkish wool rugs covered the wooden floor that matched all of the furniture. He picked up a decanter, poured a hefty measure of amber liquid into a matching tumbler and brought it up to his lips. You didn’t even realise that you were watching him that intently until he smirked.
He walked back over to you, power and grace showing with every move of his body. He sank into a crouch before you, dipped his finger into the alcohol and then painted it over your lips. Instinctually you licked it away, and the whisky burned on your tongue.
“They think you’re dead, by the way.” That got your attention, making you halt with your mouth part open, tongue tip still midway through catching the errant drops he’d applied. His finger returned to the glass, then back to your lips once again as you sat, stock still. 
A sudden anger burned through you, and you tried to leap to your feet, but you hadn’t counted on the bonds that tied you to the chair. You struggled against them, hands curling into fists and feet ineffectually kicking as you let out a wail of frustration.
“Tsk tsk.” Barnes admonished you for your reaction as he stood and backed up to rest against the edge of his, no doubt antique, desk. “And here I was thinking you’d be more grateful. If you’d continued in that job you’d have died of boredom, milyy. Just think. I’ve actually saved you.” He took another sip of his drink, observing you and you wanted to shrink under his gaze - you had to look a mess.
Your evening gown, which had looked stunning on you when you’d gotten ready for this op, was now torn and filthy. Your nail polish was chipped, a couple of the nails torn, and no doubt your makeup was smeared across your face. Somewhere along the line, you’d lost your shoes, or had they been taken from you? Admittedly a lot of it was a blur and you’d also been unconscious for some time, only waking up once you were here, tied to this chair, a smirking Barnes looking down on you.
Conversely, he looked so put together it should be illegal. Last night he’d smouldered in a dinner suit, but this morning he exuded power and danger. His shirt was black, with two opened buttons, showing off the silver rope chain around his neck. His suit jacket and pants were also black but covered with a wide pinstriped check. He had a large signet ring on the pinky of his left hand, and silver and black onyx ring on the adjacent ring finger, and it was hard to take your eyes off them. His pants were tight across his crotch, leaving little to the imagination, and he’d finished off his outfit with a pair of patent black boots and a pair of blue-tinted sunglasses, perched on his head. In a nutshell, he was sex personified and you needed to get your head back in the game before you did something you’d regret.
“You’re deluded, you know that?”
“Focused, Pchelka. Not deluded. I didn’t get where I am now without knowing what I wanted and taking it. And I want you. I think you want me too.”
It was your turn to snort, and you didn’t bother to hide your derision. “In your dreams!”
He was back in front of you in an instant, his beringed fingers curling into the leather chair back, his face millimetres from your own.
“I don’t think I imagined how you trembled when you were in my arms, lyubimyy. When I led you around the dance floor and you felt as though you were made to fit in my embrace. I don’t think I imagined how you sighed and leaned against me as I spoke soft words in your ears.”
Heat burned your cheeks and you tried for some bravado.
“All an act, I assure you. As you know, you were my mark.”
His mouth broke into a feral grin and, for the first time, you were worried. Worried about what he had in store for you… and worried that you might like it.
“You keep telling yourself that. I don’t think you’ll be able to maintain that lie when you’re screaming my name later.”
“I didn’t know your name was Rapist.”
He moved one hand from the back of the chair to rest at the base of your throat, fingers applying just enough pressure to remind you who was in control here.
“Don’t insult both of us, Pchelka. When I take you, you will welcome it. Want it. You will be begging me to make you mine. And I think it will happen sooner than you think.” His voice was a hypnotic whisper, and you could feel yourself spiralling, enchanted by the power that he exuded from every pore, so when he kissed you, you were unprepared.
Barnes used the thumb of the hand he had around your neck to tip your chin up. His pink, sinful lips demanded entry efficiently and you were powerless to resist. His mouth explored yours, tongues tangling, and when he teasingly broke the kiss you were horrified to find that you were whimpering.
Your captor just continued to smile, animalistic and condescending.
“Electric, as I said. You betray yourself without even meaning too. It’s a good thing that I’m a nice man, and I’m not torturing you for information. You wouldn’t last five minutes.”
Feelings of anger, shame and embarrassment rose within you. He was right, god damn it. You weren’t cut out for this work. You knew it. He knew it. The people you worked with knew it. Backroom paper shuffling was where you excelled, but there was no way you could’ve turned down the opportunity for undercover work, because success would have meant a level of recognition and respect that you could never have hoped, to gain otherwise, even if the op was a classic, and somewhat demeaning, honey-trap. 
You closed your eyes and willed the tears not to fall.
“Please, Mr Barnes. Just let me go. I don’t know anything. Nothing has happened here that can’t be forgotten.”
“Call me Bucky, lyubimaya. And I don’t want to let you go, or forget you. Stay here with me. Leave those narrow-minded idiots you work for. I would treat you with the respect you deserve. And you wouldn’t just be on my arm and in my bed, you would be by my side. You have useful skills that shouldn’t be wasted.”
Your eyes snapped back open and looked at him in surprise and confusion. “What do you mean?”
Barnes - Bucky - ran the knuckles of his left hand down your cheek, the coldness of his rings a balm to your heated flesh. Tattoos peeked out from under his sleeve, twisting and winding down his skin, and onto his fingers. Vines and flowers and thorns. Letters of the Cyrillic alphabet.
“You think that I would bring you here, to the seat of my power if I didn’t already know every… little… thing… about you? I know what your role was before you started this ill-advised op. I know where you lived. I know what cereal you like for breakfast and what your regular coffee order is. You’re always flitting too and fro, concentrating on work. Busy as a bee.”
You weren’t sure why you weren’t shocked, but you asked him all the same. “There’s a mole inside my unit?”
“Of course, Pchelka. There’s always a mole. Always someone who is more than willing to trade loyalty for power and money, or someone who is so desperate that they can be easily persuaded. Desperate people do desperate things, and tell themselves they aren’t really the bad ones, it’s just their circumstances.”
Both his hands had now settled on your waist, the size of them making you feel smaller than you often thought of yourself. Bucky himself was still on his knees, between your bound, spread legs, his torso virtually pressed against your inner thighs. You absently noticed that the knife you’d placed in a thigh holder was missing. No doubt Bucky or his men had found it almost straight away once you’d been rendered unconscious. You hoped it had been the man in front of you - the idea of being touched in such an intimate place by someone other than him was abhorrent. A part of you wondered why you didn’t think that him touching you was also horrifying.
“And which one do you think I am? Disloyal or desperate?” You arched your brow, trying to ignore the way his fingers were branding you through the satin of your dress.
“You, milyy, are a secret third thing. You are an intelligent woman, who makes decisions based on all the information available. It’s not disloyalty if you’ve been betrayed first. It’s also not desperation that would make you join me if I have no pressure point - no sick aunt, no cousin in debt to a loan shark, that sort of thing. If you joined me it would be because you wanted to. Because you saw the merits of such an action.”
You had to admit, his offer was tempting. You hated your job and you hated your co-workers. It was still a ‘boy’s club’ and all the inclusion and diversity training in the world couldn’t counteract the toxic masculinity that the job attracted. You hated that, despite putting up with this job for so many years, you were still living in a crappy apartment with too long a commute to work.. You hated that, despite the fact you never even got around to taking your PTO, you also weren’t making any decent deposits into your savings account. Okay, you weren’t quite living paycheck to paycheck, but you were by no means where you thought you’d be by now. 
The long hours also meant little time to socialise, and the friends you’d once had, had all dropped away one by one as you’d cancelled one social engagement after another. This also meant that your love life was, as the song goes, DOA, and after a while, all the toys in the world failed to satisfy. Which also meant that the feeling of soft, expensive wool, encasing a warm, hard body, rubbing against your inner thighs was upsetting your equilibrium quite a bit.
Then, as if he knew exactly what he was doing to you, his face dipped closer again, his breath, tinged with whisky, fanning over you.
“Imagine how it would feel, Pchelka. The power. The pleasure. You’d want for nothing. Every need would be met. Every whim indulged.”
It was your turn to shiver and as your eyes fluttered closed again you heard him chuckle.
“You want it, don’t you. You want me and everything I can give you. It’s okay to want those things. I want things as well. I want you, lyubimyy. I’ve waited a long time for a Queen.” 
“You don’t know me…” Your denial was whispered, and even you didn’t believe what you’d said.
“But I do. I know exactly what you need...”
His lips captured yours once more, but this time you didn’t even pretend not to respond. You drank him in as though he would quench your thirst and you only remembered your bonds again when your body strained against them. Your knees managed to dig into his waist though, and you felt him smile against your lips.
His hands slid from your waist, to one wrist and then the other, freeing them. You threw your arms around his neck, not even trying to get away. In any case, your ankles were still bound.
Your fingers brushed over the short hair on the sides and back of his head, the strands prickling your skin. His own hands were now cupping your face as he continued to kiss you, and you knew what was going to happen. You were falling under his spell.
Chapter 2
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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year ago
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You got me (you got me losing all my cool)
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1.1k
Rating: Explicit
Tags: established relationship, Dom Bucky, Sub Steve, poolside shenanigans, edging, orgasm delay, mentioned exhibitionism, slightly mean dom Bucky, masturbation, semi-public sex
Summary:
Steve should have known better. He should’ve known better than thinking that they could relax by the pool for an afternoon without Bucky pouncing on him. And yes, he’s blaming Bucky for th- "Blaming me for what?” Bucky chuckles into his ear. His chest is plastered against Steve’s back where they’re sitting on one of the loungers set up by the pool. Steve flushes when he realizes he’s been talking out loud. He really can’t be blamed. Bucky’s been working him over for god knows how long, scrambling his brain. It's a scorching hot day, but Steve.exe is fully frozen.
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Written for @buckybarnesevents’ Hot Bucky Summer | Week 3: Where do you want me? Prompt: In My Lap and @buckybarnesbingo card B003 | Square: B1 - Kink: Masturbation
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buckets-and-trees · 1 year ago
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Hot Bucky Summer 2023 Masterlist
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I can't believe those thirteen weeks are gone! This was my first longer event, and although a new job/life things interfered with finishing all thirteen weeks before the deadline, I completed TEN (and am close to finishing the other three, so I will get those out soon).
I want to thank the BBE mods for their support throughout the summer and for HOSTING SUCH A FUN EVENT! It was low stress, no pressure, and having so many different prompts got my muse to be very creative. I ended up writing some things totally new and out of my norm, and that produced some of my (and YOUR) favorite new stories!
1 June 1st - June 7th | “What should I wear?” / Lingerie Sacrificial Minotaur!Bucky x Reader, smut/monster fucking
2 June 8th - June 14th | “What should I call you?” / Sir] Talk Pleasure Dom!Bucky x Reader, BDSM AU, smut
3 June 15th - 21st | “Where do you want me?” / Kneeling, In My Lap Perfectionists Bucky x Reader, Gamer AU, smut
4 June 22nd - June 28th | FREE WEEK | Optional prompts: “C” Cock Warming Test Play Bucky x Reader, Gamer AU, smut
5 June 29th - July 5th | “When I first met you…” / Fireworks, Electricity Buck's Eleven Bucky, Steve, referenced Bucky x Reader, referenced smutty activities
6 July 6th - July 12th | “How do you want me?” / Spread Open Devour, pt. 2: FAT Mob Boss!Bucky x Reader, smut
7 July 13th - July 19th | “Who’s this?” / My Pet He Bought a Studio Bucky x Nat, AU where Steve stays and Nat's alive post-Endgame, smut and fluff
8 July 20th - July 26th | “How did you meet?” / Undercover Mission, High Stakes Op The Pool Party Op Bucky x Reader, post-TFATWS, smut
9 July 27th - August 2nd | FREE WEEK | Optional Prompts: “S” - Sex Pollen Desperate Bucky x Reader, smut, angst
10 August 3rd - August 9th | “Long day at work?” Devour, pt. 3: ACID
11 August 10th - August 16th | “Give me a colour.” | [Red | Yellow | Green] soon to be finished Devour, pt. 4: HEAT
12 August 17th - August 23rd | “Who’s my ____?” | [Good Boy/Girl | Perfect Fuckhole | Little Slut] soon to be finished Bucky x Reader
13 August 24th - August 30th | FREE WEEK | [Optional Prompts: “B” - Belly Bulge, Bossy Saturday Night Movie Marathon Bucky x Reader, smut and fluff
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otpcutie · 1 year ago
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Otpcutie’s Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesevents prompts, for Hot Bucky Summer 2023.
A/N: I accomplished my goal of completing 13/13 prompts, woo!!
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1. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Week 1: Lingerie + Collars
Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.
Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
2. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Week 2: Daddy
Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.
Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.
Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)
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3. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Week 3: Kneeling
Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.
Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.
Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
4. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Week 4: Free week, “C” (crime solving)
Summary (Stony): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.
Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
5. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Week 5: Electricity + Fireworks
Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.
Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
6. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Week 5: “How do you want me?”
Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.
Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
7. Sub Bucky and his Domme [moodboard] | Week 7: “Who’s this?” + My lover + My pet
Contains: Sub Bucky, Domme Nat
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8. Business (M, 1.5k) | Week 8: “How did you meet?”
Summary (Winterspider): Peter is ‘given’ to Mafia Boss Bucky. Or so he thinks.
Contains: Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Bucky, Russian Bucky, adult Peter, sex worker Peter, dark Peter, Peter is a little shit, age difference, possessiveness (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
9. Stucky AU: Summer Vacation [moodboard] | Week 9: Free week, “S” (Summer vacation)
Contains: Steve/Bucky, beach vacation
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10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Week 10: “Long day at work?” + Massages + Bath
Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes
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11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Week 11: Green
Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky
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12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Week 12: “Who’s my __?”
Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.
Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)
Links: Tumblr | AO3
13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker!Bucky [moodboard] | Week 13: Free week, “B” (Baker Bucky + Business owner)
Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky
Link: Tumblr
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smutconnoisseur · 1 year ago
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𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ‘𝟐𝟑 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
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Thank you @buckybarnesevents for prompting this chaos and for all those who cheered along the way. And @rookthorne for the help in the graphics and moodboard 🖤
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𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫?” | 𝟎𝟔.𝟎𝟏 - 𝟎𝟔.𝟎𝟕 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐄
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐂𝐖!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐖𝐒!𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 | 𝟏.𝟒𝐤°
🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 | “𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮?” | 𝟎𝟔.𝟎𝟖 - 𝟎𝟔.𝟏𝟒 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐄
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 | 𝐂𝐄𝐎!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲!𝐓���� | 𝟐𝐤°
🔥 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞?” | 𝟎𝟔.𝟏𝟓 - 𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟏 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐄
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝟐.𝟓𝐤°
🔥 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 | “𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 ” | 𝟎𝟔.��𝟐 - 𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟖 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐓
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ | 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 | 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝟑𝟏𝟏°
🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 🔥
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𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 | “𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮…” | 𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟗 - 𝟎𝟕.𝟎𝟓 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐄
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ | 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 | 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚!𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝟑.𝟔𝐤°
🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐱 | “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐌𝐞…” | 𝟎𝟕.𝟎𝟔 - 𝟎𝟕.𝟏𝟐 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ | 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 | 𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐖𝐚𝐫!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐞!𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 5.2k°
🔥 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | “𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?” | 𝟎𝟕.𝟏𝟑 - 𝟎𝟕.𝟏𝟗
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | “𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭?” | 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟎 - 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟔 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ | 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐎𝐩 | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 1.8k°
🔥 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨 🔥
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𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 | “𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 - 𝐒” | 𝟎𝟕.𝟐𝟕 - 𝟎𝟖.𝟎𝟐 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ | 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐱 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 | 2k°
🔥 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐞𝐧 | “𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤?” | 𝟎𝟖.𝟎𝟑 - 𝟎𝟖.𝟎𝟗 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡/𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 | 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬!𝐀𝐫𝐢 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 | 1.7k°
🔥 𝐁𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | “𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫.” | 𝟎𝟖.𝟏𝟎 - 𝟎𝟖.𝟏𝟔
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | “𝐖𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐦𝐲…?” | 𝟎𝟖.𝟏𝟕 - 𝟎𝟖.𝟐𝟑 | 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐄 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ➤ 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐩 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩/𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 | 4k° 🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐥 🔥
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | “𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤.” | 𝟎𝟖.𝟐𝟒 - 𝟎𝟖.𝟑𝟎
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im-95-not-dead · 1 year ago
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Thank you @buckybarnesevents for organizing this event. It was my first one ever and although I was not always inspired towards hot Bucky content, I enjoyed this so much! All of the following works will open onto AO3.
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Week One: Lingerie | Rating: M | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers | Word Count: 1.1k
The Perfect Present
Week Two: “Sir” | Rating: T | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers | Word Count: 1k
Unexpected Discoveries
Week Three: In My Lap | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark | Word Count: 1k
Hold Me Close
Week Four: Choking | Rating: M | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton | Word Count: 6.1k
For You I Will
Week Five: Fireworks | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton | Word Count: 3.8k
The Bucket List
Week Six: “How Do You Want Me?” | Rating: M | Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Natasha Romanov | Word Count: 5k
With Friends Like These
Week Seven: My Lover | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton | Word Count: 672
Pet Names
Week Eight: “How Did You Meet?” & Undercover Mission | Rating: T | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton | Word Count: 8.2k
Bet On You
Week Nine: Free Week (Stray Cat Meet Cute) | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton | Word Count: 5.4k
Sunshine After The Rain
Week Ten: “Long Day At Work?” | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Sam Wilson | Word Count: 1k
These Hands Of Mine
Week Eleven: “Give Me A Color.” & Green | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers | Word Count: 1.5k
In The Still Of The Night
Week Twelve: Good Boy | Rating: T | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton | Word Count: 3.3k
I Have To Praise You (Like I Should)
Week Thirteen: Free Week (Hand Holding) | Rating: G | Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers | Word Count: 3.8k
Your Hand In Mine
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rufferto9 · 1 year ago
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Alexander Pierce Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Alexander Pierce Additional Tags: Suggestive Themes, Dubcon suggestive, ish, i mean not really but, kind of, No Graphic Descriptions of Anything, Mention of torture, Aftermath of Torture, Soldat - Freeform, HTP, I swear there's nothing graphic in this, angsty, Poor Bucky Summary:
No Beta Made for BUCKY’S SIZZLING STEAMY SMOKIN’ SULTRY SUMMER (HOT BUCKY SUMMER)
Bucky is slipping away and Soldat is gradually taking over, all it will take is one little push, one final choice to make. What will it be?
Fill: Week 11 - Give me a Colour - yay! i did something!
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navybrat817 · 1 year ago
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Around Your Throat
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Pairing: Vampire Mob!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!Female Reader Summary: Bucky has the perfect accessory to go around your throat. Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: E/xplicit s/exual content, f/ingering, b/iting, p/ossessive behavior, b/lood, feel (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Set before Lay Me Down, we're visiting our vampire to kick off Hot Bucky Summer challenge hosted by @buckybarnesevents! Theme - "What should I wear?" ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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You stood in front of the full length mirror, a frown on your face as you looked over yourself. The black and gold gown you wore was beautiful, the v-neckline and fitted bodice drawing attention to your chest. Bucky had it designed for you, with your approval. He wanted only the best for his bride-to-be.
The fact that he had a matching suit almost put a smile on your face.
But you couldn’t figure out why you weren’t happy with your look. You thought for a moment that the dress was too much for a dinner, especially since you would be one of the only people at the table eating an actual meal. As Bucky’s future mate and your father’s daughter, however, it was the expectation that you’d look your best.
At least I won't have to create an illusion since I'll be amongst Bucky’s friends for the evening.
“I'm not sure about this,” you told your fiancé since he insisted on being in the room as you got ready, admiring your side profile with a sigh. "Should I change into something else?"
"Why would you change when you look good enough to eat?"
You spun around to face him, your breath catching when he stood from his chair and straightened his tie. He slicked his hair back for the evening and you longed to run your fingers through it to make a mess of it. This man managed to steal your heart and he would be the reason you took your last breath.
He was both your ending and your new beginning.
"Just what every girl wants to hear when she goes to feast with vampires," you teased, turning back to the mirror.
"If you sensed something was wrong, we wouldn't attend," he pointed out. He wouldn't risk your safety. He assured your father of that. "Should I tell Steve to play host while we skip it?"
"No, my love, because nothing is wrong," you assured him. You trusted his friends and the only gut feeling you sensed was that your evening would end happily. You looked forward to it.
"Then what's the matter?" he asked as he crossed the room and placed his hands on your hips. Though you couldn't see his reflection in the mirror, you imagined his blue eyes either darkened or glowed at the sight of you. Both stares always set the blood on fire in your veins. “Do you not like the dress? Should I rip it to shreds?”
“Don’t you dare,” you answered, narrowing your eyes when he chuckled. “I love this dress.”
“If you won’t let me tear this gown from your body, at least let me lift the skirt and bury myself in your pussy again,” he said, making you gasp when his cool lips brushed the shell of your ear. Your core throbbed at the idea, tempted to let him bend you over in front of the mirror as he took you apart. Once he turned you, you wouldn’t see your reflection ever again. “And if you love it, why have you stood here for the last two minutes, spinning and frowning at every angle?”
“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I don’t think we have time,” you said, gesturing to yourself. “And something’s missing. I can’t figure out what.”
Bucky hummed, gripping your chin to turn your head toward him. “I can get you off quickly," he said, which was true. "And you're missing an accessory. You need something around your throat.”
“Of course,” you smiled softly. Such a simple solution to a ridiculous problem. “What should I wear?"
He moved his hand to your neck before you could go to the armoire, making you moan when his fingers tightened. “I have something perfect in mind.”
“As much as I love this type of necklace,” you said, wetting your lips with your tongue. “I can’t go the whole meal with your hand around my throat.”
Bucky chuckled again, spinning you and pinning your back against the mirror with lightning speed. You trembled when his eyes began to glow, your blood rushing through your veins at the sight of his fangs. The mix of pain and pleasure whenever they pierced your skin brought you to a euphoric state. It was no wonder some begged to become a blood mistress or paramour.
You were lucky enough that you would belong to Bucky forever.
“And just because I can’t ravage you with my cock right this second doesn’t mean I can go through an entire meal without having a taste,” he whispered, pushing the skirt up so his cold hand could slide up your inner thigh. No tights and no underwear so he could have access to what belonged to him. His rule for the evening. “I need your blood and your cunt so I can behave myself."
“You better satisfy your craving then,” you whispered, knowing he’d want more before the sun came up. "And we'll see how well you actually behave."
Vampires had no shame when it came to sex or anyone who witnessed it.
Your wet, warm folds welcomed the cool feel of Bucky's expert touch. Before you could grip his arms, he pinned your hands above your head. His strength turned you on more, which you didn’t know was possible. You were almost in a constant state of arousal around him. “You'll beg for my cock long before you finish dinner,” he whispered against your lips, teasing your entrance as he kissed down the pulse in your neck. “Don't fucking move."
“Yes, sir,” you breathed, closing your eyes to brace yourself for what was coming.
Which would be you coming all over his fingers.
“Mine,” he growled, drawing a cry from you as he sank his fangs into your soft skin and slid two fingers inside your wet walls. You did your best to keep still as he slowly thrust and moaned against your neck. A submissive position he put you in to assert his power, yet you didn't feel weak. Even as he took your life essence and pleasure as his own he empowered you.
Because in return, you’d get every part of James Buchanan Barnes.
“Please, Bucky,” you begged when his thumb toyed with your clit. You wanted to grind your hips down, but he told you to stay still. If you had more time, you would've pushed to see what kind of punishment he'd dish out. But you knew he wanted to get you off quickly, like he said he could. "Please."
“So needy, darling. One of the things I love about you,” he said when he stopped drinking, blood running from your neck down your collarbone and chest as his fingers curled. He pulled back so you could see the red fluid around his lips. The feral look in his eyes as he licked them clean, your head spinning as you teetered on the edge. “Come for me.”
Your body seized up as you gushed around his fingers, your moan of ecstasy lost as he covered your mouth with his. You tasted your blood on his tongue as helped you ride out your orgasm. Days from now you would know the taste of him. Pleasure, eternity, love.
Your new life.
It took a moment for you to realize you were no longer against the mirror as you recovered. Bucky moved you to the bed to rest for a moment and catch your breath. the pinpricks in your neck closed and your dress straightened out. “Thank you for letting me have a taste,” he said, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Didn’t think anything could make your blood sweeter, but your pussy does the trick.”
“Best combination,” you smiled.
“My favorite,” he agreed, helping you stand once your head stopped spinning. Lust still lingered in his gaze, but you couldn't ignore the concern that shone through. "Are you okay? I didn't take too much?"
"I'm okay," you assured him. He never wanted to lose control and take more than what he needed. No matter what, you were his number one priority. "And you won't have to worry once I you turn me."
"I'll still worry," he whispered. Loving you meant having something to lose. It also meant he had something worth living for. "One more thing before we go."
You smiled when he held up an onyx pendant surrounded by diamonds, like he pulled it out of thin air. Perfect to go with your dress. "It's beautiful," you said, allowing him to put it around your neck. "How did you manage to hide that from me?"
His fingers traced the delicate, gold chain as he smiled. "Because you aren't psychic, but you get feelings. Which is probably why you felt off when you looked in the mirror. You were waiting for me to give you this."
"It's like you know my gifts better than I do," you smiled, touching the pendant before you noticed there was still blood on your neck. "I should clean myself up."
"No," he said firmly, pulling you to his chest. You suspected his heart would race only for you if it could still beat. "You'll wear my mark with the necklace I gave you and your blood on your skin. You're going to be my wife and my mate. I want everyone to see that you belong to me and that there's no shame in my want for you."
You'd wear every brand and claim of his with pride.
"This won't show them that?" you asked, holding up your hand with your engagement ring.
"Vampires don't look at hands," he said, taking yours and kissing it. "They look at throats. And anyone who sees yours will know you're mine."
And I will be until the end of time.
"And when you turn me?" you asked, brushing your hand along his cheek. "Will I get to leave my mark on you and show everyone you're mine, too?"
"You can make an entire path of bites around my throat if that's what you desire," he offered, his icy hand covering yours. "I'll wear them proudly."
Bucky loved with his entire being. Not only were you strong and willing enough to accept it, you'd give him the same love in return. You would always be in each other's care.
My eternal partner.
"I might take you up on that," you smiled, feeling how hard he was through the fabric of his pants. Tempted to drop to your knees and return the favor, you asked, "Do we have time for me to take care of you?"
"We're already running late," he said, giving you a gentle kiss. "But maybe you can keep my cock warm at the table. No one will mind."
"I thought you were going to behave at dinner if you had a taste," you said, your walls clenching with the need to surround him, like he hadn't brought you to orgasm moments before.
"I will behave," he said innocently, but his eyes flashed as he showed his fangs again. "But we'll see how long you last before you try to ride me in front of everyone."
"Well, you did say I'd beg for your cock before I finished dinner."
And you suspected his hand, the necklace, and your blood would be the only things you wore around your neck once he took you to bed for the night.
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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago
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Power Play - Chapter 2
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AN: Thank you all for your amazing response to part one. It was vastly unexpected and meant that I felt like you all deserved a bit more than just filthy ramblings, so hopefully I have got the plot balance right. Again, a big thanks to @buckybarnesevents
I’ve chosen the prompt How do you want me... Spread open.
Beta’d by @buckysbarne
Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me
Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 1
Summary: You settle into Bucky’s mansion and he imparts some important information about your former colleagues.
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Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader
WC: 2.7k
CW: Soft!Dark! Bucky, Stalking, Very slight somno (blink and you’ll miss it), Dirty talk, Angst, Alcohol consumption, Themes of betrayal, more kissing, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate, John Walker and Lemar Hoskins being misogynistic PoS’.
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Although you hadn’t accepted Bucky’s rather tempting offer, you hadn’t outright rejected it either. The man himself seemed to think it was a done deal, because after he’d finished kissing you - leaving you dizzy and aching - he’d untied the rest of your bonds.
A telling smile had spread across his face as you just stood there, rubbing at your wrists and ankles, not trying to attack him or escape.
“Come, Pchelka.”
He didn’t offer any more, and you didn’t ask in your tired and confused state, just followed him out of his study and down the corridor of his opulent home, like a puppy at its master’s heel. 
There were a few other people walking the halls, mainly big, imposing men in black suits, but there were a few women too, who looked like staff. Bucky led you up a large staircase, and along another hallway until he got to a pair of double doors. He pushed one open with ease and gestured for you to walk through.
You took a few tentative steps across the threshold and then whirled around to look at him open-mouthed.
“What is this, Mr Barnes?”
“What does it look like, milyy? It’s a bedroom.”
You looked at him with trepidation and suspicion.
“Is it yours?”
Bucky just chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling with mirth and your suspicion turned to embarrassment.
“No, it is not. But mine is just through the adjoining door if you’d like to go there instead? A little eager, aren’t you?” 
“Well… I… you said you wanted me.”
Oh God! Could the world just swallow you already?
Suddenly, Bucky crowded into your personal space and you could feel the heat radiating off him. Smell his cologne.
“I do want you, Pchelka. I want you spread open for me. Needy and wet. Begging for me to fuck you.”
His hand came up to stroke the side of your face and over your hair and your eyelids fluttered.
“But it isn’t time for that. Yet. No, for now this room is for you, and you alone. You must be tired, hungry and in need of a wash. Please feel free to use anything in this room or the en-suite. I will organise some food for you.
“Can I leave?”
It was his turn to give you a questioning look.
“I don’t believe you’d want to leave this.” For a moment you thought he was talking about the opulence of his dwelling, but he caught you off guard again, cupping your face and giving you a deep, but all too brief, kiss before slipping out of the door. You heard a key turn in the lock and realised that you were once again trapped. With a sigh you decided that there was no point in hurting yourself trying to escape - a small voice in your head even questioned whether you even wanted to - and decided to explore your gilded cage.
The room was brightly decorated. There was still the dark wood that prevailed in the rest of the house - or what you’d seen of it so far - but the walls were covered in a yellow and cream wallpaper. The carpet, so deep and plush it felt like a cloud under your bare feet, was also cream, and the drapes matched the yellow of the walls perfectly. The bed was large, kingsized, with dark wood head and foot boards. The counterpane was also in the same tones and the room felt spring-like because of it. There were other doors in the room. Two on one side and one on the other. The lone door was the one that Bucky had indicated led to his room.
With a few steps, you crossed the space and tried the handle. It didn’t budge - there was no way out there - and you weren’t sure why you felt disappointed, but it wasn’t because an escape route was blocked. Moving across the room you tried the first of the two doors on that side. 
It was a walk in closet, but didn’t look as you’d expected. If this was a guest room it should have been empty, but it wasn’t. It was filled with rack after rack of clothes; suits, skirts, tops, dresses, jeans. You walked past them, running your hand over the expensive fabrics. One dress in particular caught your eye. It was a rich, sapphire blue colour, made of satin and when you slipped it off the hanger to look at it closer you were surprised to see that not only was it your size, the tag was still attached. You checked a pair of jeans and found the same. 
On the opposite side of the closet was a large shoe rack with a similarly eclectic selection, any type of shoe anyone would ever want. Again, they were all brand new and in your size. There was a sinking feeling in your chest. The drawers full of high end lingerie confirmed your suspicions. The clothes and the shoes could be a coincidence, but there is no way anyone would be able to accurately guess what size bra you wore. He’d said he’d been watching you, but you hadn’t thought he’d meant that closely.
Leaving the closet and not knowing what to make of it all, you went to the other door which, as you had surmised, was the en-suite. It was just as luxurious as the rest of your lodgings, and stocked, unsurprisingly now, with your preferred brands and scents of toiletries. You should feel creeped out. 
Should.
To take your mind off it all you decided to have a shower. Bucky was right, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. You were in need of a wash and you were really tired, not really having slept since you were taken by him and his men at the gala.
You took it slow - there was no need to rush after all - and after indulging yourself in a way you hadn’t in a long time you padded back into the closet. There was no need to look a gift horse in the mouth after all. 
Digging around, you found a pair of pyjamas - silk, of course -  to put on, and climbed onto the bed for a well needed rest.
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“Wake up, Pchelka.”
You were so warm and cosy, and despite the insistence of the voice in your ear, your body was resisting. You let out a grumpy mumble and heard some quiet laughter in response. 
“You must be hungry, lyubimyy. I’ve bought you some food.”
“Five more minutes…” you muttered, your mind still wrapped up in a thick blanket of sleep.
However, the fog started to lift as warm kisses, accompanied by the slight scratch of facial hair, littered your neck and face, setting your body alight. You sighed happily, enjoying the sensations, your half-asleep mind creating scenarios in your head and…
It was like your brain suddenly came online and you sat up with a start, your heart thudding in your chest and embarrassment suffusing your being. You clutched a hand to the front of your pyjamas as you took in your captor. He’d abandoned his suit jacket and sunglasses, and rolled up the sleeves of his black shirt. As he looked at you, amusement in his eyes, he placed a toothpick between his teeth. 
Why was that so goddamn sexy?
Ignoring your reaction, both to his wake up kisses and to your realisation about what was going on, he gestured towards the tray on the small table near your bed.
“I brought you some food, lyubimaya. Come. Eat.”
He stood by one of the chairs and pulled it out, an obvious invitation for you to sit. You moved hesitantly, sliding off the bed and padding over the carpet, ducking your head in acknowledgement of his chivalry as he tucked the chair in under you as you sat down.
Bucky then took the cloche off the tray, revealing two portions of smoked salmon and Eggs Benedict on toasted English muffins, along with a teapot and two cups. He placed one plate in front of you and then sat down opposite you. He poured out the tea, and the smell of calming chamomile wafted over you. 
The food looked good and as the first taste hit your tongue you realised how hungry you actually were. In fact, it wasn’t until you’d almost emptied your plate that you realised that you’d hadn’t even spoken a word to Bucky. Looking over at him you saw he was smiling at you indulgently, an unexpectedly soft look on his face. Butterflies danced in your stomach and you grabbed your tea cup, taking a large swig of the hot floral liquid in an attempt to squash the tingling feeling within you.
“Erm… thank you for the food. It was delicious.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, Pchelka.” He took a drink from his own teacup and you found yourself transfixed by the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed. “Now that you’ve had some rest, I have some things to show you. So, if you’d like to get dressed I’ll come back in ten minutes for you.”
His tone was calm, congenial, and suggested that the thought that you wouldn’t comply hadn’t entered his head. To be honest, you didn’t feel any need to be combative anyway. 
Eleven minutes later he knocked on your door again. You’d picked out a pair of jeans, a soft sweater and a pair of canvas slip-ons and were revelling in how much nicer the expensive clothes felt on you. When you opened the door to him, you were beaming and he smiled back. It was easy to forget that he’d fought you, kidnapped you, that he was technically your enemy. For the most part he’d treated you much better than any of your colleagues.
Barnes took hold of one of your hands and brought it up to his lips, keeping his eyes on you the whole time.
“You look beautiful, sladkiy. However, now it’s time to talk business, as unpleasant as that may be.”
He hooked your arm into the crook of his and walked the pair of you back down the stairs and hallway to his office. As you entered you were surprised to see that the chair you’d been tied to earlier on had disappeared, with Bucky offering you the much plusher option opposite his desk.
Once you’d sat, Bucky moved back over to his bar. He poured two tumblers of scotch and then opened a mini fridge, taking out a bottle of water. He placed it, and one of the crystal glasses, in front of you.
“Have some water, milyy. Then I have some things for you to listen to, after which you might need the other drink.”
The air in the room was heavy, a sense of foreboding settling upon you, but you did as he said, cracking the seal on the bottle and drinking almost half the small bottle in one go.
Bucky was perched up on the desk once more, and as you placed the lid back on the water, he pulled his laptop towards him and spun it so that the screen faced you. With a few deft clicks he pulled up an audio file and pressed play.
At first the sound was muffled, sounding as though it was coming from down a drain, but after a bit of static it suddenly cleared, and you recognised the voice of your boss, John Walker.
Walker was tall, blonde, good-looking and slimy as hell. You hadn’t expected someone of his age - your age - to be part of the ‘boys’ club, but you’d been unpleasantly surprised. He was overt in his sexual appraisal of you and behaved in a generally toxic manner. You surmised that he must just be that good at his job that the higher-ups were willing to overlook the fact he was a walking HR nightmare. Either that, or he was so well connected he was untouchable.
When you’d been picked for this op, you’d been so excited you’d put aside all your reservations about him, ignoring the comments that were a little too close to the line. Now, listening to the recording, you wished you hadn’t.
“So… you think the piece of fluff can actually handle getting intel on Barnes?”
That was Hoskins, Walker’s partner in crime.
“Well, if - when - she fucks it up, it’ll fall on her, not me. And it’ll stop her from getting ideas above her station. Should fucking stay with filing and looking cute. Would be better if she put out though. Frigid bitch.”
There was a slap noise, probably a ‘bro’ high-five, and two disturbing chuckles.
“So you reckon she’s gonna blow it?” Hoskins again, then a snort from Walker.
“Reckon? I know it. She’ll be made as soon as she makes contact.”
Another chuckle, and you felt a sick feeling churning in your gut. “She piss you off that much? What do you think Barnes will do when she tries to make contact?”
“Dunno. Probably just ignore her overtures. He won’t do anything over the top - he won’t want to draw attention. Her failure will put her back in her place, then maybe the boss will go with my plan. Can’t believe they went with the ‘honeypot’, but at least they picked her outta all the other candidates.”
“Won’t you get backlash for recommending someone who fucks up so royally?”
“I gave them a number of options. Is it my fault if, on paper, she looked like the best one?”
“You dog.” The laughter this time was more than just small chuckles and you felt the bile rising in your throat. “Come on - Let’s go get a drink. We can toast to the downfall of the airhead and your rising star.”
There was the sound of people and papers being moved about, footsteps and a door closing and then the recording came to an end. As it did you realised how hard you were gripping the arms of the chair. You looked up at Barnes, willing the tears in your eyes not to fall. You expected him to look amused, or smug, but he wasn’t. He looked… concerned, and somehow that was worse.
“Walker’s the mole? He fed you information about me just so this op would fail and he could swoop in and take over?”
“Not him directly. He wants to bring me down to make himself look good, but he knows who the mole is and may have dropped some important information in the right place at the right time. He’s trying to play the long game, not knowing it’s gonna backfire.”
You took hold of the tumbler of scotch and threw it back, coughing slightly at the strength of it, but determined that you wouldn’t show weakness in front of Barnes.
“So what made you pull off this charade? You could have just done what Walker thought you were gonna do. You could have just ignored me.”
“Pchelka, it would be impossible to ignore you. Especially after I learnt everything about you. I was curious, why would Walker wish your downfall? So I tailed you. Investigated you. And I was both impressed and appalled. Impressed by you and appalled by those apes you work with. You are so much better than them in every way and they aren’t even deserving to be scraped off your shoe.”
“You stalked me. You broke into my apartment and found out what size clothes I wear. What toiletries I use. And you are asking me to trust you?”
He stood up from where he’d perched himself and crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his own. The thought that you’d found yourself in this position with this man a number of times now flitted through your mind.
“I never meant you any harm. I wanted to be ready for you. To make the transition, should you choose to take it, seamless. Join me, sladkiy. Get your revenge. Live your best life. You can be successful and powerful, and above all respected and cherished.”
He’d commented earlier in the day about how he wanted you spread open, and you felt that way now, albeit in a different way to how he’d meant it. You felt stretched out. Raw. Thin. Burning with anger and shame. Rage and embarrassment. Probably not the best state to be making life changing decisions in, but you’d been sensible your entire life and where had it gotten you?
You looked up into his eyes, the cool icy depths tempting you in, so you dove with abandon.
“Yes.” You uttered your reply, and for the first time took what you wanted, bringing your lips to his.
Chapter 3
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navybrat817 · 1 year ago
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Thank you again for putting on such a great event and including me with these amazing writers! ❤️
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Another week of delicious, steamy fics! Huge thanks to all of our talented creators below:
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smutconnoisseur · 1 year ago
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞
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Title ⊳ The Master's Flame
Fandom ⊳ Marvel, Captain America
Rating ⊳ T
Pairing ⊳ Circus!Ringmaster!Bucky Barnes x Fire Performer!Steve Rogers
Word Count ⊳ 320
Summary ⊳ If their story were told in a book of fairytales and romance, Bucky imagines it would go something like this: "And then, amidst the wonder of the circus, the handsome ringmaster fell for the fiery flame breather in the heart of the big top.”
Warnings ⊳ Alternate Universe - Circus, Ringmaster Bucky Barnes, Performer Steve Rogers, Established Relationship, Implied Sexual Content, Endearments
Square + Prompt ⊳
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 @buckybarnesevents
@buckybarnesevents | ALTERNATE JUNE-IVERSE! | Prompt Filled: C - 2 Circus | C4014 (3)
Also, created for the @slashmultiverse Pride Prompts - Day 22: Fun
Author's Note ⊳ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 | Masterlist | AO3
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metalbvcky · 4 months ago
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Tonight We Ride
The poll from the other day ended up favoring smut by less than 10%, but I included some elements of fluff as well ♥ It was going to be Shrunky initially but then Steve opened his mouth lolol. I enjoyed writing it and I hope y'all do too!
Pairing: Steve/Bucky Word/Chapter Count: 2,058 (1/1) Tags: Smut, Top Steve/Bottom Bucky, Couch Sex, Daddy Kink, Beefy Bucky, Dirty Talking Steve (see full list of tags on AO3)
Bucky Barnes Bingo K5 - Kink: Anal Sex @buckybarnesbingo Build a Bucky Bingo July - Dry Humping @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer Week 5 - "We're…"
💙Summary 💙
Bucky might be a drama queen when it comes to sex with Steve.
It's no secret, okay? When your best friend of several decades goes from a super skinny twink to a Greek god of sex appeal, well, don't blame Bucky for drooling and ogling.                                                            “These,” Steve grunts, palms tugging at the lightweight fabric encasing Bucky’s thick upper thighs, “need to come off. Now.”
The shorts (short shorts) are removed in a desperate haste. Bucky barely has time to get them off his ankles and onto the floor before Steve pulls him closer, all the way down until Bucky’s freed cock brushes against soft fleece. His mind is still stuck in the gutter when two flat pads circle the surrounding area of his rim, dry skin against skin. There’s a groan, and then the pornographic sight of Steve sliding his fingers over his tongue, twice.
“Oh god, Steve.”
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years ago
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heyy!! can you do a dbf bucky caught masturbating? only if u wanna obv~!
No honestly bc the thought of a man masturbating is way too hot, it makes me so weak 🥵
I've probably talked about this before but it's delightful to imagine him staying over in the guest room of your house for a while and when he thinks the house is empty, he's taking some time for ✨self care✨, not knowing that you're still home.
I always imagine he's so vocal too so when he thinks he can be as loud as he wants, he doesn't hold back.
He's surprised at how badly he needs this, taking his time at first with just a few leisurely strokes. He's rock hard in no time, his hand wrapped around his own length, doing everything he can not to think about you.
Fuck, it would be so wrong to think about you. He knows it would. It's wrong to think about kissing up your bare legs or sucking bruises over your collarbones. It's wrong to imagine how you'd look on your knees for him, begging him to finish on your face.
No matter what he does, that's all his brain wants to come back to. He can almost hear how sweet your little moans would be when he rubs your clit.
You'd be such a good girl for him. He knows that and he loves it.
There's no harm in letting himself give in a little. As he gets hornier, precum drips from his tip and he's only focused on imagining how gorgeous you'd look beneath him, lost in pleasure the way he is.
He hadn't even considered that you might still be home. As far as he knew, you were planning to go out with your parents so he was safe to groan your name the way he wanted to.
Heat pools between your legs at the sight of him on the bed in front of you. The guest room door hadn't been pulled shut completely and when curiosity got the better of you, you were beyond surprised to see Bucky laid out on the bed, stroking his own cock and whining your name.
"Such a good fucking girl for me." His voice was loud enough that you could hear every word.
His hand moved faster, soft breathy moans tumbling from his lips and hanging in the air.
Your panties were soaked. Rational thought had all but left you. Pure need buzzed in the pit of your stomach and there was no doubt in your mind that you'd summon this image of Bucky every single time you felt like touching yourself for at least the next 3 months.
The decision seemed to come naturally to you and before you'd really thought about it, you'd pressed the door open and stepped inside, settling on the end of the bed.
Bucky sounded startled. Understandably. His cheeks were flushed, desperately trying to cover himself and make apologies at the same time.
"Bucky, please." You almost sounded timid while you prized the blanket from his grasp. "Can I taste you?"
He swore he had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. You weren't actually asking that right after he'd spent so long imagining it. Is this how manifesting works?
"Are you sure?" He asked, not missing the way his dick throbbed when you nodded enthusiastically.
Bucky pulled the blanket back, grasping his dick again, stroking slowly. He swore he'd never forget the sight of your tongue pressed to the tip of his cock, looking up at him before you swirled your tongue around the head, gathering as much precum as you could.
"Oh fuck, that's it. Such a good girl for me, holy shit." He's lost in the feeling and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even if he wanted to.
Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently while he continues to stroke himself and he swears he's going to lose it. You hum your approval at a fresh bead of precum gathering over his tip but it's not there very long before you've licked that up too.
He forces himself not to imagine how pretty you'd look with your tongue or your face painted with his cum because if he does, this is over. He's determined to make that a reality but not just yet.
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navybrat817 · 1 year ago
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How do we pick just one? 🔥
The one in the lead will be posted first for the Hot Bucky Summer! 😌
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polizwrites · 2 months ago
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PoliZ’s Hot Bucky Summer MasterPost
I am thrilled to have gotten a blackout for this super-fun (and super-hot!) 13-week event hosted by @buckybarnesevents! I ended up with eight fics (a mix of one-shots and chaptered fics - all of which are complete!) and a total of 12,987 words written. Three of the works are rated Mature, with the others being Explicit; I paired Bucky up with Tony three times, Steve three times, Steve and Tony once, and Clint once.
See below cut for the list of prompts/fics, with ratings, pairings and word counts.
Week One: “Louder, let everyone hear you.” + Noisy Sex + Exhibitionism: Coming Clean [Bucky/Tony, Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 621 words]
Week Two: “What should I call you?” + Master + Alpha: The Business of Pleasure - Chapter One [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 990 words]
Week Three: “Really? Here?!” + Someone Else’s House : Making Themselves at Home [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 411 words]
Week Four: FREE WEEK + Acarophilia [Scratch Kink]: The Business of Pleasure - Chapter Two [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 884 words]
Week Five: “We’re…” + Friends with Benefits : Coming Clean - Chapter Two [Steve/Bucky. Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1017 words]
Week Six: “I won’t be able to stop myself.” + Gone Feral : Riding Out His Rut [Bucky/Clint, Mature, 1534 words]
Week Seven: “Put this on for me.” + Collars: All Our Faults Laid Bare [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 900 words]
Week Eight: “Maybe this'll help you relax” + Cockwarming: Conflicting Priorities [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 581 words]
Week Nine: FREE WEEK + WAM (Wet & Messy): Overflowing with Passion [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 596 words]
Week Ten: “Shhhhhhhhh…” + Gagged + Voyeurism : Coming Clean - Chapter Three [Steve/Tony, Bucky/Steve/Tony, Explicit, 1196 words]
Week Eleven: “You look good like this.” + Kneeling + Tied Down + Ruined: The Business of Pleasure - Chapter Three [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 2033 words]
Week Twelve: “What should I wear?” + Nothing : Love is like a muscle (and you make me want to flex) - Chapter One [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 1200 words]
Week Twelve: FREE WEEK + Optional Prompt: Mutual Masturbation: Love is like a muscle (and you make me want to flex) - Chapter Two [Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1024 words]
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