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daddytonysgirl17 · 5 months ago

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Oh for all the good god's sake!

This was undescribeable!

no masters or kings

Priest!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Father Barnes’ life had been rather peaceful for years. He never complained though, he chose this. Between mass on Sundays, bible study sessions during the week, and office hours, the amount of time he has left he dedicated to reading and keeping his body active. There wasn’t much to do in this small, almost forgotten town. Then a new face appeared. A woman, married to some businessman who leaves her all by herself while he grows his fortune in the city. Father Barnes seemed determined at first, to herd and care for the new, young, lonely little lamb. But that is until he found himself tempted to sin like never before.

Themes: priest!bucky, smut, degrading kink, infidelity, explicit language, (sacrilege, blasphemy, and all the other bad stuff)

a/n: i’m going hell anyway so yeah, PILFS <3

“It’s very late.”

His hushed voice echoed in the empty, dark church. Your back stiffened as you froze, standing by the pews. You turned around slowly and found him standing at the entrance, the rain falling noisily behind him. As if creating a curtain to separate you two from the world outside.

You knew where the switches were but you didn’t turn on the light when you walked in. There was just enough light coming from the outside to allow you to move properly and see. So you couldn’t exactly see the expression on his face.

But you saw that he was drenched, completely. He must’ve gone on a run, you figured, and instead of going back home for the night, he saw the little light at the church doorstep and decided to come check who was here.

“I… I couldn’t sleep.” You whispered back, watching him as he stepped inside and shook his head – reminding you a little of a dog shaking – as he tried to get the rain water out of his hair. “You once said you always left the church unlocked so I thought…,” You sighed, “I should probably go.”

“No.” He was quick to say, in that tone. Your body tensed up. “Stay.” He added quietly.

You looked at him. Drenched jacket, wet track pants sticking to his body, he was breathing heavily so he must’ve ran all the way here. He did that often, he once said. He liked running at night.

You watched as he stepped closer to where you stood. That little bit of grey in his beard drove you insane. Suddenly you couldn’t think.

He had that look about him which you could only describe as ‘priestly’. Wise, slightly older, calm. He was the kind of man you’d want to open up to. You’d want him to see all that was dark and wrong inside your human heart only so he could use that firm, strong voice and tell you that it’s all gonna be okay. That you were forgiven. Loved. And never alone.

You watched as he unzipped his jacket, revealing that ridiculously tight black shirt inside which clung to his ridiculously muscular torso.

“Did you need me?” He asked, again in that voice. That comforting voice that made everything okay.

You knew what he meant. How he meant it. You knew he meant it in an innocuous way. But fuck if your mind didn’t go straight to that sinful pit it stays in. Temptation, like a vicious vine, reached and wrapped around your brain as you struggled to speak.

It was always like this. Ever since the first time you stepped foot in this space and found Father Barnes sitting in silence all by himself. At first you mistook him for being just a parishioner. Black slacks, black shirt with the sleeves rolled up till his elbows, only when he turned around to face you did you notice the white collar. But by then it was too late and in your head you’d already imagined his naked body taking yours, owning you, using you.

That day, you could tell he could almost read your mind. You were embarrassed so you excused yourself and left quickly. And anytime you wanted to be back here, and be good and behave, one look at Father Barnes and you felt like you were burning with all that pent up desire.

It wasn’t entirely your fault. When you married your husband, you knew what you were getting into. You knew you married a man who was already married to his job in the city. But your parents couldn’t let such a wealthy, beneficial, and strong alliance go. You were given a luxurious life. There was nothing you lacked.

You had a lavish home here in this small town, a wedding gift from your busy husband who visited maybe twice a year. You had it all. Money, vintage cars, horses you loved, a home you liked taking care of, privacy, all of it.

All except company. Intimacy. Feeling a warm body press up against yours at night. Feeling warm skin against yours in the early hours of a lazy morning. You never got to hold hands with anyone, or get a hug. Or share a meal with. Or go on walks with. You were all alone here. And maybe that loneliness pushed you to visit the church the first time.

Ever since, Father Barnes had become a habit. Watching him, picturing him doing unholy things to you, noticing him whenever you were at a coffee shop, or the library. You yearned for him. And it was all only heightened by the fact that he was so unreachable. So kind. So unlike how you wanted him to be. To him, you were just another lost soul he wanted to guide.

Did you need me?

Yes. Yes you did. In the most dirtiest of ways one can imagine. He was a handsome man. Kind blue eyes, long black hair that nearly reached his shoulders, a face only God could’ve created, and that body that he liked to take care of. He was a dream.

And a priest.

“I…” You struggled to find your words. “I thought a walk would help tire me out and put me to sleep. But then it started raining so here I am.” You gave him a faint smile.

He returned one back.

He ran his fingers through his wet, long hair and said, “I can keep you company for a while, if you want.”

He waited. Then you said, “I’d like that.”

–

Bucky was praying in his head as he asked you to take a seat, then sat down beside you.

He prayed to God, in fact to anyone and anything that would listen to him. God, gods, universe, the freaking stars in the night sky which weren’t visible right now because it was pouring like it was the end of the world. He prayed you wouldn’t glimpse down and see the thing growing in his pants.

He was ashamed.

Ever since he first saw you, there was this pull he’d never felt before. It was like having burning hot claws sink into his flesh each time he laid eyes on you. Out on the streets, in the coffee shops, in the library, in the little diners, at the freaking grocery store, in parking lots – it was a small town so he saw you a lot.

He had to walk by your extravagant property each time he went to the bakery, and each time he felt like a little boy who was excited to see whether or not the pretty girl would be outside this time to smile and give him a little wave.

Then each time he saw you in this church it was somehow way worse. Like being here made the temptation more sinful.

Bucky looked up at the cross and mentally begged. Make it stop. This is wrong. Make it stop.

“You know you don’t have to do this.” Your gentle voice spoke. “I’m sure you need your sleep.”

“It would be wrong of me to leave you here all by yourself.” He said, realising that this was the longest conversation you two had had. Usually you were too shy to even look him in the eyes. You kept your sentences short and always looked caught.

So he liked this.

Silence.

Then you said, “I was never religious, you know?” There was a faint smile in that tone, he didn’t have to look to know.

“Are you now?”

He could feel your shrug. “I don’t know.” You answered. “I don’t think I have what it takes to be… so desperately good. Like you, for instance.”

Oh if only you knew…

Bucky shifted in his seat. Mentally begged God some more as the quiet tone of your voice made it hard for him to even sit still. He wanted to let out some of the primal aggression he was feeling. Squeeze something. Bite something. Sink into something. Preferably your tight hot body.

Heavens. He sighed. Help me.

Clearing his throat he said, “You don’t have to be if you don’t want to. It’s enough for me that you feel comfortable enough just to come here and feel like you’re not alone.”

A moment of silence passed, with just the sound of heavy rain in the background. “But it’s not enough for me.” Then you quickly added, as if embarrassed that you must have overshared, “I shouldn’t be saying these things.”

“Why not?” He frowned. What things?

You let out a soft chuckle that only sent more blood down to his rock hard cock. Bucky clenched his fists, struggling.

“It’s the middle of the night. I should go.” You said.

No. He didn’t want you to go. “If there are things you need to voice out,” He said, “Would the booth make you feel more comfortable?”

You chuckled again, turning your head to look at him. Bucky let his eyes roam all over you very, very quickly. Dark trousers, dark jacket, a scarf around your neck… too many layers. He almost groaned as he imagined himself peeling all those layers off of you.

“Oh Father Barnes,” You sighed. “Maybe another time.”

Then you left. Leaving him confused, aroused, and feeling way too much.

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The next time Bucky saw you was yet again, on a random rainy night. After his daily run, he noticed the small lamp outside the church door was lit and ran all the way to the church to check out who it was.

He ignored the boyish hope in his heart which begged that it’d be you. Yet he breathed out in relief when he saw it truly was you.

“Can’t sleep?” He asked, hoping his tone wasn’t too teasing.

You gave him a small smile and nodded. “Would you… um, last time you mentioned the booth. Do you think, I mean, I know it’s late and–,”

He cut you off by walking over and placing his hands on your shoulders. “Whatever makes you feel more comfortable. Follow me.”

You did.

–

Sitting down on the wooden bench felt weird. You’d never done it before. Never been inside the wooden box. The space was small, dark wooden panels on all sides. A small opening allowed you to partially see Father Barnes on the other side, that is if it was during the daytime. Right now, it was all too dark. You only knew he was there by the sound of movement.

The air smelled like candle wax and incense. It felt mysterious, intimate almost to be here with him. It felt weirdly comforting. Maybe this is why people come back, you thought.

“You’ve never done this, have you?” He asked.

“No.” You replied, feeling a little out of place.

“Well, we begin with the sign of the cross…” He trailed off, as if hoping you’d do it along with him. You did. Then silence. “Now, you may tell me about the things you left without saying last time.”

You took a deep breath. Then said, “I think I’ve been alone for way too long.”

There was a pause before he spoke. “Alone? You mean in this town?”

You exhaled calmly and explained, “I mean in my marriage.”

–

Bucky closed his eyes and sighed. Alone in your marriage? God help him. This was not helping his sick, twisted fantasies. All those times he fantasised as he walked by your expensive home about how he could just walk in and find where you are and demand you let him take you. Your husband wouldn’t be home. He never was, everyone knew that. Most people pitied you, the rest envied your lifestyle. But he… oh it was his most sinful fantasy till date.

He forced himself to ask, even though he was in no shape to hear the answer, “What is it that makes you feel this way? Is there a lack of some kind?”

He heard your shaky breath, as if you were debating whether you should tell him. “I…” You started, then stopped. Then sighed and finally said, “I’ve never been with my husband.” You explained further. “We both agreed that our marriage was only a way to solidify the business transactions between our families. We both agreed we wouldn’t be a conventional couple. He craved his busy work like in the city and I liked the tranquillity of a small town.” You paused.

Bucky listened intently.

“So I knew what I was getting into when I got married and moved here, while my husband remained in the city. We only see each other maybe for two weekends out of the year and that too only during the holidays when we need to put on a show for our families and smile and look happy in family photos. And I was fine with it.” Another defeated sigh. “But then it got lonely.”

Bucky sucked in a breath as he shook his head slightly, begging God again. Don’t let my mind go there. Don’t let the fantasies seem attainable. Please. He begged. But he also needed to say something back. Something priestly. And quick.

“I see.” He cleared his throat, refusing to even acknowledge the growing desire in his pants. Yet again. “So it’s the distance. How long has this been the case?”

You replied, “Since the very start. I’ve never been with him, you see?”

No. No. No.

“Never lived with him? Never felt a sense of companionship? I admit, that must be very hard. To feel alone in a marriage–,”

“Father Barnes,” It sounded like you were begging in shame as you interrupted him. “I have never had sex with him. Or anyone. Ever since I got married two years ago. Do you understand now?”

“Oh.”

You let out a soft chuckle. “Oh? I guess it must come naturally to you. To dodge those, um, desires but, I’m only human. I’m a woman, with needs. I… it worries me sometimes because often it is all I can think about all day.” Another humourless laugh. “I don’t have much to do, you see? I do enjoy the simplicity of the small town. I love my animals, my staff, I get to do things I’ve always wanted to do. I can drive around and read, and paint, and cook, and I truly do enjoy my company but sometimes… It can be very lonely. One time I–,”

You cut yourself off. And silence followed. Tormenting Bucky even more as you left him wondering. And oh did he wonder. About your lonely nights. About you in your luxurious home, in your large bed, fingers sliding in and out from in between your thighs, crying out loud as you make yourself come. Poor you. Rich, lonely wife of a careless, rich man. Forced to take care of your needs all by yourself.

If only there was an equally lonely man able to keep you company. If only…

“What?” He asked, because he needed to know. “One time you what?”

“I… you know there are people who provide services. For women like me.” Your breathy voice was driving him to the fucking edge.

“Women like you?”

“Yes.” Your voice was more firm now, almost like you were smiling in a mischievous way. “You know? Rich, lonely women. I almost, I mean for the longest time I contemplated hiring a male escort. But then I didn’t.”

“I see.” He said again. “Feeling alone and neglected can result in wanting companionship in whatever form is available.”

He was barely holding on to fucking sanity now.

“But it was wrong, wasn’t it? To want to be with another man, any man at this point to be honest.” You sighed. “It’s like an itch that never goes away. And it makes me…” You paused, then said, “It makes me want things, crave things, crave people that I shouldn’t. It’s getting worse and worse,” You confessed. “Sometimes I leave the doors and windows unlocked or opened, even at night,” You sighed, struggling too by the sound of it, “Shamelessly hoping someone might just walk in and–,”

“Stop.” He said, using a voice he never did before. He had never interrupted a penitent so rudely. So suddenly. But he heard his own twisted fantasy come out of your mouth in that breathy tone he would lose it. “Please,” He begged in a lowered voice.

Then he heard your gasp. Like you were ashamed. Alone in that wooden box, drowning in your desires and temptation. Right there, in this dark night, right fucking there for him to take. To taste. To touch. He was no one but a starved male at that point. He was nothing but the desires in his head. The fantasy. The claws of sin dug into him, reaching places he thought he’d shut off forever but there they were, open and raw and wanting. Wanting you.

He didn’t know when he got out of his side of the booth and opened the other side to find you with a surprised look on your face. Surprised, but with lust in your eyes.

“Father Barnes?”

Bucky was crossing that line he shouldn’t. He knew he was. There was no going back. Not as he knelt down right in front of you. The space was cramped but he didn’t care. He knelt in between your legs and looked up at you.

“You said you craved people you shouldn’t. Is one of them me?” He asked.

–

The tension was too much. The air around you shifted. You looked down at him, not regretting the dress you wore because now you could feel him in between your bare legs. Even in the dark his body tormented you. He was still cold and drenched from the rain earlier. But so firm with your thighs pressing around him.

“Yes.” You answered, truthfully.

His warm hands were on your bare thighs immediately. Rubbing up and down like he had all the time in the world. “Is that so?” He questioned. His tone was lower, darker. Grave. Fuck. “Is that why you wore a pretty dress to come see me? In the middle of the night?”

He leaned in, lips brushing against your collarbones and neck as he breathed. His warm breath making you squirm and shiver. You bit back a moan as he slowly slid his hands under your dress.

He looked down at his hands disappearing beneath your dress for a quick moment before he looked back up into your eyes in disbelief.

“Did you wear this for me?” He asked upon further inspecting your body, as his fingers brushed against the softest, thinnest of lace underwear. “Surely you didn’t wear this for your husband who never comes home to you, hmm? Answer me.”

“No.” You answered firmly. “I didn’t wear it for him.” Of course you didn’t. Your husband treated you like you were non-existent. Not that you minded.

Bucky chuckled, his mouth still exploring your skin. His stubble rough against your soft skin. “And what did you think was gonna happen here? Showing up dressed like a shameless woman. Did you hope you could tempt me into touching you?” He whispered.

His fingers slowly slid past your underwear, exploring the warmth there. You let out a soft moan, your own fingers sliding into his hair as he groaned upon feeling how wet you were.

One moment he had a little bit of sanity left where he kept telling himself that he could stop at any moment if he wanted to. But then he slid his finger inside you, and the soft moan you let out was his undoing.

He couldn’t hold back anymore, he leaned in to kiss you. Hard and fast, before his mouth found its way down your neck again, until he wrapped his mouth around your clothed nipple and sucked. Hard.

You couldn’t help but gasp and moan as his warm mouth wrapped around your flesh, wetting the fabric of your dress. Then he shifted to the other one, making you whine and squirm against him. Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently as he toyed with your breasts.

And then he was eagerly bunching up your dress so he could taste what he wanted the most, that wetness in between your legs. “Good women don’t do this, you know?” He whispered, “What if someone comes in here right now and decides they need some peaceful alone time? What then?”

You whined as he lowered your underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. You knew nobody would come in here right now. It was the middle of the night again. This whole small town was asleep. Not even one car drove on the road. But you still played into the fantasy because it was so hot. You were burning, feeling the touch of a man after so long.

“They’d catch us.” You said, “They’d catch you.” You groaned, doing absolutely nothing to stop him.

Bucky chuckled, “Or maybe they’d see you spreading your legs like a desperate whore for me and decide they want to watch the show. Maybe they’d even grab a chair and sit, and watch as I make you feel good.” You whined upon hearing his words. He couldn’t help the smirk. “You like that? Hmm? The possibility of someone finding you in here, legs spreading and your arousal dripping out of you? Does that make you feel powerful? Wanted?”

“Please…” You begged, quietly.

Then he gave you what you wanted. And you let him. You let him taste you until he had his fill. You let him take one of your legs and put it over his shoulder which opened you up even more to his warm, eager mouth. To his tongue which slid in and out and up and down until you were almost crying in pleasure.

“Look at you,” He said, kissing down your inner thigh. “Spreading your legs for a man of God like a shameless little slut, hmm? Is that what you are?”

He ate you out until you were trembling, until your arousal was dripping down his chin. “Fuck, please!” You cried out, fingers tugging on his hair. His tongue, his lips, the gentle suction of his warm mouth – it was all too much.

“Is this what you wanted? All those times you left your doors and windows unlocked, did you ever wish I would wander in and just take you however I wanted?” He moved his head side to side, his coarse stubble brushing against your soft inner thighs. “Hmm? Did you ever think about me while touching yourself, you filthy little whore?”

“Yes…” You whined and trembled, trying to keep your voice down as he made you lose your mind by eating you out like a starved man.

Which he was. It was like he was tasting the most forbidden of fruits after years of being denied. Like he was suddenly unchained and free. Hungry.

You whined as he pulled away without letting you come. You wondered if he regretted this, if he would kick you out but he only pulled you off the bench, flipped the two of you around in the dark so that he was the one sitting on the bench now and pulled you onto his lap.

You were surprised for only a moment, but then got over it as you found your impatient hands at the waistband of his track pants. You paused, for only a moment, fingers toying with the waistband of his underwear, you looked up into his eyes, they shone even in the near complete dark. Like he was… godly.

“Are you sure you want–,”

He cut you off, firmly. Using that tone again. “I will die right here if I don’t take you right now, you hear me?”

You nodded, reaching for his cock as you said in a shaky voice, “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Did you?” His voice was suddenly deeper than earlier.

You nodded, wondering if he even saw it in the dark. But you didn’t care, not as you wrapped your hand around his hard cock, hearing him hiss in pleasure as you lifted off of his lap, aligned the tip of his cock to your entrance before gently sinking down on him.

“Oh fuck,” You cried out as you slid down his thick cock, his stare burning on your face as he thrust up into you, all the way in.

“Fuck,” He swore, then leaned in to give you a wet, messy kiss as he thrust his hips up. He hadn’t done this in a long, long time but nature took over. He wanted more, more, more. “This is all you wanted, huh? Always giving me those eyes, always giving me that look,” He sounded stern. Almost mad. “You were basically always around me like a bitch in heat, hmm? Is this cock all you were craving? While living in your nice big house, your husband away earning money for you to spend, all this time you’ve been thinking about me, hmm?”

“Yes…” You whined as he grabbed your hips and guided you up and down his cock, stretching you out in the process. You held onto his shoulders as you rode his cock, bouncing on it while you moaned for him, bending a little so as to not hit the roof of the booth.

“Yes what?” He asked, sounding all cocky and less priestly as he smacked your thigh.

“Father Barnes,” You corrected yourself, “You’re all I wanted. You’re all I think about.” You felt him fill you up nicely each time, the pressure in between your legs getting hotter and hotter. He was better than you could’ve ever imagined. Bigger, even.

“You don’t even care how wrong this is, do you?” He threw his head back, grunting at how good you felt. “You don’t even care what you’re doing to a pious man like myself.” He let out a strained moan, as he thrust into you over and over again, while also bringing you down on his cock each time with enough force to make your tits bounce. “I thought about you too, you know? About this tight little cunt, dripping and hungry for me. Some nights I would’ve done anything for just a taste of you.”

His words were too much. The whole situation was too much. Too good. The space felt hot, stuffy, and sinful. “Please, I need to come. Please.” You said, unable to hold back your moans when he placed his thumb over your clit and rubbed it gently, in sync with his thrusts. It only made you clench harder around him.

You bit your lip to hold back your moans as he thrust his hips up more into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came so close to coming undone for him.

“You’re gonna come for me, little lamb?” He asked, “You’re gonna come all over my cock like a shameless woman, huh? Not caring about where we are, what time it is, or what your husband might think if he ever finds out, you don’t care, do you?” He chuckled. “You’re too cock-drunk to care, too much of a little slut for me to care, huh?”

You answered after a loud whimper, “Yes… please.”

He cupped your cheek and traced your mouth with his thumb, “Go on. Come all over my cock. Come for me…”

Your walls clenched violently around his cock. You came hard, whimpering and crying for him and gasping for breath.

Bucky came right after you, feeling his whole body tingle like this was the closest to heaven he’ll ever get. His warm load spilling inside you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you like you were the most fragile thing in the world. Like he hadn’t just rammed his cock in and out of you like an animal. Like he hadn’t just sinned in so many ways.

You caught your breath, wrapped in his strong arms. Your head rested on his shoulder as you tried to calm your racing heart. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, his cum flowing out of you.

“You’re not gonna hire any stranger to come and keep you company, you hear me?”

You nodded, face brushing against his damp shirt and his warm neck. It felt good here, in his embrace. It felt safe.

“I’m here, and you’re mine to take care of now. When you need to be fucked, you come find me. Is that understood?”

You smirked, then said, “Yes, Father Barnes.”

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part 2

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 9 months ago

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Mz. Bitch's Masterlist

Started: 2/24/24 Last updated: 11/27/24

Due to inline link limits, please click on the story name to start reading and follow the chapter links. Thanks little darlings! Love y'all!

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes *One shots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You Part 2 Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher Part 2 The Boss Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout Part 2 Part 3 Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down Little Sea Storm *Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win? Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since. His father has had enough and sells him to the circus. The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be. Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by. The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight. Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love. She has a proposition for him. Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her. But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband. Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects? Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help… The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of. A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has. Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way? Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island. Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive. But is he really alone? The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up. A few times. Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand. He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later. But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her. The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time. Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought. Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray. The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives. Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with. Will they make it before she goes into labor? Or at all?

Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years. They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes. He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him. Change always takes time, but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her. The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people. Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from. Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again. If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people. With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people? Can a monster have a heart? Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight. Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted. While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner. Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option. Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise. Sweet Pumpkin **Finished Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues. It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself. He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended. Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Yes Mama **Finished Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world. But he’s not the boss. Just the face of the Family.

A Pirate's Life for Me **Finished Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world. They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them. When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?

The Witch and The Doctor **Finished Bucky thought he could make a difference, getting a medical license and trying to change people’s minds. But the 1600s New World is a harsh place with cruel people. After being accused of witchcraft he makes a run for it, facing the dangers of the woods and the rumored witch that lives within them.

Peter Parker *One shots Emotional *Short Series Tasty **Finished Peter just wanted to have one night of fun. Then that night of fun almost killed him. Now it won’t stop haunting him. And he’s loving it.

*Series The Young Duke **Finished Queen Y/N is running out of time. At 35 years old she has to marry and make an heir to the throne, but all suitors so far have been unsatisfactory in one way or another. Duke Peter Parker is the young Duke of Queensland, and his family is on the brink of ruin due to his parents’ failures and famines throughout the years. He needs to find an advantageous marriage to save his family’s estate, so when an invitation from the Crown comes, he jumps at the opportunity. Will it be a match?

Steve Rogers *Oneshot Sex Pollen

*Series My Queen **Finished Steve Rogers is the newly inherited Duke of Brooklyn, struggling to fix the mistakes of his parents while enduring an overbearing, matchmaking mother. He has no intention of anything romantic in his future, but will a forced love connection with the Queen change his mind?

Fortuna Major **Finished Steve Rogers came home from World War II shell shocked and overwhelmed by the place he once called home. After losing his mother he and his injured best friend Bucky decide to find a quieter, slower way of life to heal from the war. They head out west until they hit Fortuna, California, and get jobs in the lumber industry. Steve comes across a local lodging for miners and lumber workers, and falls head over heels for the female owner who takes no man’s shit.

Stucky *Oneshot Three's Company

*Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on. He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century. But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas. He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...

Actors

Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

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daliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa · 1 year ago

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He told me "kneel". Maybe I misunderstood what he wanted.

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #sebastian stan fanfiction #winter soldier #nick fowler #dark priest #hot priest

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year ago

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I’m on my knees for this man 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

But just imagine reformed mafia enforcer Bucky Barnes who was haunted by nightmares of the things he did in his old life. He’s found peace and has devoted his life to priesthood. His life is disrupted when his high school sweetheart shows up to the small parish he was assigned to. His sweetheart is being chased by the mob boss he left thinking she knew where he was. By some miracle while she’s running she shows up at this church in this middle of nowhere town and there he is.

Then all hell breaks loose. 😱

Should I write this?

#Bucky Barnes #priest!bucky #priest!bucky barnes #writing inspiration

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fckmebarnes · 3 months ago

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literally got a comment today on a fic of mine of bucky fucking you in your sleep of ‘jesus loves you’ so in turn…a priest!bucky blurb will be on the horizon’s because you’re soooo right…he does love me!

especially when he’s fucking me over the alter in a quiet and empty church <3 the moans loud enough to reverberate through the air <3

#fae speaks.#bucky barns imagine #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes #priest!bucky

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damianprisetsimp · 3 months ago

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When you wanna start writing again but you’ve never posted anything you write because you’re worried about if it’s any good and if anybody would like it…

Like I have so many ideas in my head for so many different fandoms….

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #damian priest

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smutconnoisseur · 2 years ago

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Jailhouse Rock

Pairing ↠ Undercover!Priest!Bucky x Undercover!Inmate!Steve

Rating ↠ E

Word Count ↠ 1.9k

Tags ↠ Explicit content, Tags contain spoilers, Prison, Exhibitionism , Confessional Sex, No Overall Religious Themes, Frottage, Come Eating, Covert Operation, Established Relationship, Feels, Non Sexual Intimacy, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Nothing Hurts, Mentioned Accidental Voyeur, Happy Ending

Summary ↠ "I love you too." Bucky swallows down the knot forming in his throat, meaning they must say goodbye soon. He reaches down, smoothing out the numbers on the back of Steve's jumpsuit. "Inmate 25147."

Steve's mouth drops open, and Bucky is quick to the drawl. "You're keeping the outfit, right?"

Square + Prompt ↠

Ⓑ② + “You’re keeping the outfit, right?” | AllCapsBingo @allcapsbingo | Card # AC 1094 | Bingo Masterlist

Ⓘ⑤ + Kink : Exhibitionism | Stucky Bingo @stuckybingo | Card # R40101 | Bingo Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo 2023 @buckybarnesbingo | Card C - Covert

Author's Note ↠ Ao3 | Masterlist

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navybrat817 · 5 months ago

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Would you ever consider priest Bucky? 👀

I don't think I could do that trope justice, nonnie! But if that's something you're into, @sinner-as-saint @bucky-barnes-diaries @nexusnyx off the top of my head have written priest!Bucky. I'm sure I'm missing quite a few.

Lovelies, feel free to add on!

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #bucky barnes #priest!bucky barnes #writer recs #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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thatsmzbitchtoyou · 7 months ago

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The Temptation Chapter 6 FINAL

Summary: Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants. So why does this fallen angel tempt him so? You cannot serve two masters. Will he choose God, or his heart? Priest!Bucky x curvy!reader Warnings: eventual smut; religion (yes it's a warning); mentions of past sexual assault

Previous chapter

It was a stormy night just a few days later when Bucky left the church building, bags in his hands and plain clothes on. He had a handful of bills in his pocket as he flagged down a taxi. He gave the driver the address and sat back as he watched the rain pelt the windows. How poetic.

When the driver pulled up and dropped him off Bucky looked up at the brownstone. A few lights were still on. He walked up the stoop stairs and huddled under the small awning of the doorway. He rapped his knuckles on the door loudly as he waited, a shiver starting to settle into his body from the cold night air. He heard some footsteps inside and braced himself.

Y/N heard the knock, looking at the clock on her phone and wondering who would be coming at this time of night. She trudged over to the door and looked through the peephole. She did a double take and paused before opening the door.

“Bucky?” she said, staring at him in awe.

“Hey,” he stared back at her.

“What are you…? Well come in, it’s freezing,” she ushered him inside. Bucky walked in, still holding his bags as he dripped on the marble floor. “You’re soaking wet, what are you doing here?”

Bucky shivered as the warmth inside enveloped him and he sighed. “I quit.”

“You…” Y/N stopped as she blinked. “You quit? Quit what?”

“My priesthood. I quit. I left,” Bucky stated as he took her in. She was in a short pajama tank top dress, barely skimming below her butt. She wore a kimono style robe over it and thick thigh high socks. Her pink hair was down rather than tied up like she normally had it. “I…had nowhere else to go.”

Y/N let out a breath and gave him a small smile as she took in his drenched state. “Okay, well, let’s get you cleaned up.” She reached out and took one of his bags and turned towards the stairs. Bucky followed her up a flight of stairs to some bedrooms. Some of them were still under construction from the renovations she had talked about, so she led him to an open one. She turned the lights on and put the bag at the end of the bed. “You can stay here. The dresser is in the closet over there,” she pointed to a door off to the side, “and the bathroom is there,” she pointed to another door. “You can shower while I take these and get them washed,” gestured to his wet clothes. “Are these drenched, too, or are some of them dry enough for you to wear?” She bent down and opened the bag she’d been holding and checked on the clothes inside. Bucky did the same with the bag he had.

“Yeah, there’s some dry ones in here,” Bucky said as he pulled them out. “I don’t have much.”

“Obviously,” Y/N snorted as she gathered the bag she had been holding and then took his other bag from him, rifling through and taking the ones that were wet. “Now go in and take those off. I’ll wait here till you’re done and you can pass them to me before you get in.” Bucky nodded as he headed towards the bathroom. He was going to have to get used to the idea of being on the “outside.” The whole ordeal had been quick, being laicized then packing and leaving. He’d been going through the motions and now it was all becoming real. He stripped out of the clothes stuck to his body, standing naked in the middle of the bathroom. He gathered the clothes and cracked the door, keeping his body behind it. He felt her hands gather around the clothes he held. Before she could turn away he gripped her wrist. Y/N turned back to the door, seeing him peek around the corner of the door.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Bucky murmured, gulping before looking at her face.

Y/N nodded. “It’s no problem, Buck.” He smiled at her then dropped her wrist, closing the door quietly.

Y/N brought the clothes back downstairs to run them through the laundry. He was here. In her house. Showering upstairs. He had quit the ministry, whether it was for her or for himself remained to be seen. She didn’t know how to process this information as she went to the kitchen to find him something to eat really quick.

Bucky was having a small meltdown in the shower upstairs. The hot water ran down his body, warming him from the outside in. He felt a weird sense of freedom mixed with fear. Now what? He felt the worry setting in after he washed himself. For the first time in his life he started having a panic attack. He felt himself start to blackout, his body thudding against the side of the shower as he struggled to keep upright and sunk to his knees as the water ran over him.

Y/N heard the thud. It was louder than it should have been for any normal shower activities. She had a sinking feeling and ran back up the stairs. She barged into the room, walking over the bathroom and knocking on the door. “Buck? Bucky are you okay? I heard a loud noise.” She didn’t hear anything. “Buck I’m coming in!” Thankfully he hadn’t locked the door and she walked in. The water was still on, steaming up the mirror and the shower glass doors. She could make out his body heaped on the floor of the shower.

“Oh, Buck,” she opened the shower door and crouched down inside of it next to him, getting herself soaked under the stream of water. Bucky was hyperventilating, his eyes shut tight, his whole body shaking. “Bucky? Come on, handsome,” Y/N ignored his nakedness as she moved him so her back was against the wall and he was laid with his back against her front as she held him. The water was now hitting his face a little bit, helping to distract him. Her arms wove around his shoulders and chest, caressing his skin softly while one of her hands went to his hair as his head rested on her shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. You’re having a panic attack, you’re going to be okay,” she whispered in his ear. Bucky twitched as her fingers ran through his wet hair. “I’m here, I’m right here, it’s gonna be okay. I got you,” she kissed the side of his head. “Just breath, handsome. Breath…”

Bucky’s breathing started to even out as she slowly breathed behind him, her chest rising behind him giving him a rhythm to try to copy. His clenched hands slowly unclenched, his legs relaxing and stretching out as he started to come back to himself. He could hear her words but they were distant, the ringing in his ears slowly fading. His eyes fluttered open as he felt her kiss his head again, her lips brushing his ear as she spoke.

“Y/N?” he whispered, it coming out more as a grunt from how hoarse it sounded.

“Bucky?” Y/N twisted so she could see his face better. Her fingers moved from his hair to his face, softly stroking his cheek and his nose to wake him up. “Can you hear me?”

“Y-yeah,” he tried to move but it made him lightheaded and he sank back against her.

“Don’t move, handsome, just hold on, get your bearings,” Y/N whispered. “You’re okay. It’s okay.”

Bucky lay against her and breathed deeply. He felt embarrassed at needing this kind of help, and yet he loved the way she was holding him right now. After a few more minutes he shifted in her arms. “I think I can get up,” he said quietly.

“Okay, hold on,” Y/N said, and she got herself out from underneath him. “Let me up first and I’ll help you.”

Bucky held himself up as she stood and then rounded to face him. She held her hands out. He took them and she pulled him up. She made sure he wasn’t woozy as he stood. “Did you wash up?”

“Yeah,” he said, putting a hand over his cock to cover himself. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry Buck, it’s alright,” she reassured him, turning the water off. She opened the shower door and stepped out, grabbing a towel for him and then one for her. “I’m going to change really quick. Just take it slow and I’ll be right outside, okay?”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded.

He dried off and changed quickly. When he opened the bedroom door Y/N was already there in a long, oversized hoodie, her hair tied up again and slippers on her feet. “Are you hungry?” she asked sweetly.

“Starving,” Bucky smiled at her. She looped an arm around one of his arms as they headed back downstairs. He knew it was to make sure he was steady but he appreciated the closeness. She led him to the kitchen and sat him at the table before returning to the fridge and pulling out ingredients to make him a quick sandwich.

“The kitchen just barely finished renovation a couple of days ago so I still don’t have a well stocked fridge, so I hope this is okay,” Y/N brought over the ingredients to the table, setting them down and then getting plates.

“This is perfect, thank you,” Bucky’s stomach growled as he looked at the ingredients. He made himself a sandwich as Y/N set a plate in front of him. She went back to the fridge and dug around inside.

“What would you like to drink? I’ve got water, some soda, some wine,” she said suggestively.

Bucky laughed. “I’ll just have some water, thanks.” “Killjoy,” she teased him, bringing him a water bottle while she pulled out the wine for herself.

They ate in silence. It wasn’t necessarily awkward or uncomfortable, just heavy. They had a few things to talk about and they both were putting it off.

Y/N decided to break the ice first. “So I saw you naked.” Bucky choked on his bite of food, coughing as he glared at her. She glared back at him, fighting off a smile. “Looking good there, Barnes,” she winked at him.

“My god,” Bucky sputtered as he took a drink of water.

“You’re awful prude for a guy who had his face in my boobs a few weeks ago,” she teased him again, but there was an underlying question in her words.

Bucky swallowed as he finished his sandwich. “Yeah, that was…new for me.”

Y/N giggled as she stood up to clear the table. Bucky watched her as her hoodie shifted around her thick thighs, her underwear peeking from underneath when she walked. Her legs jiggled as she walked to and from the table, making him want to touch them again and have her wrap them around his waist. He tried to cut off his thoughts.

“Let’s go to the front room, hm?” Y/N asked as she finished cleaning. Bucky nodded and followed her into the next room. She sat on one end of the couch and he sat on the other. He didn’t know what she wanted, or didn’t want, from him now, and didn’t want to push his luck.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Y/N grunted as she shifted into a comfortable position, throwing a blanket nearby over her legs and sharing it with him on the other side. “Why did you have a panic attack in the shower?”

“Because I freaked out when I realized just how real this all was in the moment,” Bucky replied instantly.

Y/N nodded. “Okay, makes sense. And why did you leave the ministry?”

“I would like to think that that’s pretty obvious,” Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“It’s not,” Y/N said simply.

“Okay, well, a few months ago this girl came into my life that I thought was beautiful and we became friends. A few weeks ago I let that girl into my room and kissed her and touched her and wanted to do a lot more with her but she left trying to protect me. I like that girl a lot, and after she left I couldn’t just get back into the swing of things. I didn’t want to. I wanted her, and only her,” he said while gazing at her.

Y/N swallowed as she listened to him. She looked down as she asked, “And what do you want from that girl now?”

Bucky moved over to where she sat on the couch. He took one of her hands in his and brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “I’m hoping that she knows that I chose her,” he said quietly. “And I’m willing to take anything she’s willing to give. For as long as she’ll have me. Because I realized that night that she was my church. She was what I wanted to worship for the rest of my life.”

Y/N was crying now as she listened to him. He spoke about her with such reverence that it almost scared her, but also made her feel honored. She brought the hand that held hers up to her lips and kissed his hand this time. She wiped her eyes with her free hand and then gave him a watery smile. “Yeah I’ll have you.”

Bucky reflected her smile. “Can I uh, get a little something for my good choices?” he asked, giving her a wink.

“Oh my god!” Y/N laughed at him. “So you’re free what, a whole day, and you think you get to have some pussy right off?”

“Woah, I never said that!” Bucky looked horrified. “Jeez Y/N I was thinking of a kiss or something.”

Y/N laughed at him again before she moved. She straddled his lap, her core set right over his, and she looped her arms around his head. Bucky’s hands automatically went to her hips. “Yes, Father.”

“Oof, no,” Bucky grimaced and shook his head, making her laugh. “Don’t like that.”

“Me neither, I just love teasing you,” Y/N scrunched her nose at him. She kissed his nose, making him smile. She ghosted her lips over his cheek and over his mouth. Bucky waited for her, wanting this all to be on her timing. When she finally kissed him Bucky instantly felt home as his mouth pressed against hers. With all the uncertainty and frustration and despair he’d been feeling since she left that night, this was like a salve, a medicine to his fractured soul. A dam broke in his mind, the last wall fell, and he held her close and tight like he was afraid to lose her. Y/N opened her mouth to taste him which he gladly accepted. She licked his lip and sucked it into her mouth. She bit it lightly and mumbled around it, “Mine.”

Bucky whimpered at her claiming him. He nodded when she let go of his lip. “Yours,” he promised.

Through a rush of sighs and moans she was naked on top of him, grinding herself onto his crotch, her naked breasts brushing against his now naked chest. Bucky was panting, the desire overwhelming him on a molecular level. “I’ve never done this,” Bucky heaved as she helped him slide out of his pants and underwear.

“I’m sure,” Y/N smiled as she sat back down on him. Her naked pussy slid across his shaft, making him moan loudly. “If you’re not ready, we can stop,” she breathed as she scratched down his chest.

“No I…ungh, I want to,” Bucky said as his hands groped her ass.

Y/N continued to grind on him. “Are you ready?”

Bucky nodded as he watched her grind on his cock. She grabbed his jaw and made him look at her. “Words, handsome.”

“Yes, I’m ready,” he answered her, his head nodding frantically. “Please…”

Y/N took his cock in her hand and gave him two pumps before lifting herself up slightly and angling the head towards her entrance. Once it was nestled into her lower lips at the right spot she let go and began to sink down on him slowly.

“Oh my god,” Bucky groaned, his head thrown back as he tried to keep himself composed. He didn’t want to burst right away. Once she was fully seated on him she waited.

“You feel so good, Bucky,” she whined as her legs trembled, wanting to move. She experimentally swirled her hips.

“Ah! Don’t…god,” Bucky whimpered. “I’m trying not to cum, Y/N, please…”

“Sorry handsome, you just fill me up so well,” Y/N sighed. Her hands pulled his hands up to her breasts, showing him how she wanted him to massage them and touch her nipples. Bucky did what she wanted, feeling her pussy flutter around him as he did.

“Can I move, handsome? Please? I want…” Y/N was shaking with need.

“Yeah, yeah…” Bucky grunted.

Y/N swiveled her hips again, making his mouth drop open in a silent moan.�� She slowly lifted herself up until he was almost all the way out of her, then plunged back down. Bucky hands tightened on her ass, helping her grind her hips down on him.

“Y/N…God…shit…” Bucky didn’t know what he was saying. His mind was clouded. As she bobbed up and down on him he felt the urge to thrust up into her and followed that instinct as she sat down on him. Y/N’s body shuddered at his thrust. “You like that?” he breathed as he linked his arms behind her back and held her close to him. “Okay then…”

He held her tight against him as he lifted her so he could raise his hips and then started thrusting up into her hard and fast. Y/N gripped the couch cushion behind him, her head falling back as she moaned loudly. Her breasts jiggled in his face and he sucked a nipple into his mouth as he drilled into her.

“Bucky…ah, I’m gonna…mmmmh…” Y/N’s voice was in his ear, her punctuated breaths as he thrust into her egging him on.

“Yesss angel,” Bucky hissed as he felt the burn in his thighs.

Y/N tensed and then came, shouting his name as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her whole body shook as she tightened impossibly hard around him, her hands reaching into his hair and pulling. Bucky came soon after, a yelp falling from his lips as he thrust one last time, filling her up with everything he had. They slumped into the couch together, holding each other as they tried to come back down to earth.

Bucky kissed her cheek, his hands resting on her back and slowly tickling her spine with his fingers. Y/N gave him a kiss to his neck that she was curled into. He smiled as she sat herself up, the movement making a little bit of their combined juices drip from between them.

“Goddamn, Buck,” Y/N breathed as she fixed his hair.

Bucky smirked at her. “And you said I wouldn’t get pussy on the first night.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she loudly scoffed as she slapped his chest making him laugh. “It’s not my fault I got an eyeful of you in the shower. How were you hiding all this,” she gestured towards his body, “underneath a robe?” Bucky’s face flushed at her compliment as he bit back a shit-eating grin. “Oh I see, you know you’re hot shit, huh? Had all the little old bitty Catholics pining after the young hot priest?”

“Well, they weren’t all old,” he joked. “And I’m not that young anymore.”

“Mhm,” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. She suddenly moved herself up, making a mess on him as he slipped out of her. He gave her a surprised look.

“Come on then, old man. Let’s take a more fun shower.”

***

2 years later

Bucky had been to multiple states and countries by now and none of them had been as beautiful as Bora Bora. The white sand, the bungalows set in the water, the people, the greenery, it was what he imagined heaven, if there was one, to be like. As he walked along the beach holding two drinks in his hands he smiled seeing Y/N in her bikini, taking pictures of the water and the scenery around them.

“Here you are, angel,” he said as he walked up beside her. Y/N turned the camera towards him and took a few candid pictures of him sitting next to her holding out the drink.

“Thank you, handsome,” she cooed at him, kissing him before taking the drink and taking a sip. She moaned at the taste and cool reprieve it provided.

“You gotta stop that, angel, or we’re about to get really dirty,” Bucky groaned as he sipped his drink, shifting on the beach chair he was sitting on.

Y/N laughed at him. “Aw, is my pretty sweet thing a little horny watching me enjoy my drink?” she teased him as she moved over to kneel in front of his chair, her breasts resting on his leg as she reached up and squished his cheeks together.

“You’re mean,” he pouted through his pursed lips.

Y/N pulled his face towards hers, kissing him and nipping his bottom lip. “And you’re mine.”

**picture if from Pinterest, it's A.I. so there's no "artist" or "creator"**

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Holy is the lamb Chapter 1

Pairing : Dark priest Bucky x innocent nun reader

Warnings : R18, Possession, horror, eventual Smut

Word count : 1049

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You hear it echoing somewhere deep in the never-ending folds of your dreams. A low melodic purr, humming along the corners of your mind and making your ears twitch. It called out to you, pulling you towards it along an unseen string.

“Hello, little one.” Like a bittersweet syrup on the tip of your tongue, the voice is thick and heavily alluring. “Come to me, and all will be at ease."

Further and further into the void, it seemed to drag you to it. It surrounded and consumed everything around your little spark of consciousness.

The breath seemed to be forcibly pulled from your body while you were in this deepened state of sleep. The color draining from your skin, and a terrible sweat overtook you.

Your body begins to shake as a terrible fit overtakes you. It alerts the other sleeping women in the dormitory, making them all circle you like scared chickens clucking around a rabid fox.

Your tongue knots behind your teeth as a surge of some unspeakable language forces itself out of your mouth.

One woman cradles your head in her hands as others try to hold down your thrashing limbs, and another runs from the room to alert the priest.

The other sisters screamed at you in the hopes of pulling you from this fit, but you only convulsed in their arms as they sobbed for you.

He came rushing in with a few of the sisters in tow to find you like this. They all called to him to help you as he approached, staring into your widening black pupils as they ate the once vivid colors of your eyes.

“Everyone! Get back now!” His voice rang through the room, only to be met with sheepish looks as the sisters didn’t want to let you go.

“I said get back!” He nearly tore their hands from your arms before talking you into his to pull you from the bed. You were still kicking and flailing, but his hold remained firm around you as he ushered you from the dormitory.

Your vision was gone; you were barely holding onto your other senses when the once sweet voice began bellowing around you with indecipherable chanting spilling around your mind like a flood of hot, suffocating tar, clogging your voice and gluing your limbs to your sides. It laughed at you and taunted you as it twisted around your subconscious like a vile snake.

Your kicking body was taken away to a safe room where you could be tied to an infirmary bed as you thrashed painfully against the rough ropes. The other nuns were told to stay away as the candlelight began to flicker within the small room. The door was locked, and your beloved priest held his hands high above you and began to speak. But his words were strange and nearly unintelligible as they poured from his lips.

The black clouds overtook your little subconscious entirely as he spoke. Cold, icy blue eyes flashed through the mire of black within your mind as every breath was sucked from your lungs.

Your skin is sickly, graying, and dusty, like your soul was bleeding out of your body to pool around on the floor below the table. You felt suffocated, dying as this strange entity squeezed the life from your very bones until you were completely engulfed by its influence. The last of your fleeting thoughts and fears were left to disappear in its wake.

The last thing to be heard is the once-sweet voice of your dear priest echoing out into the endless distance of your mind as if it were stolen from you. His arms opened up through the fog to welcome you into his safe embrace. His cooling blue eyes made your body feel a strange sort of numbness as your little mind ran right to him. When you collided with his hold, you seemed to feel every ounce of his being, from the soft strands of his dark, walnut hair to the vigorous beating of his heart as it shot hot blood throughout his body.

You disappeared inside of him, the black clouds behind him rising up into a mighty maw before slamming overtop of you both, severing your subconscious from your feeble little body. You fell headfirst into that abyss, your body bowing outward from the bed and pulling painfully against the restraints as everything was stolen from you. Eyes flooding over with those same black tendrils, like the sharp legs of spiders digging in through each tiny vein, before fading out to hide themselves and returning to copy your natural iris color on a white background.

Your body throws itself back down onto the tense plush of the stiff bed. Your eyelashes flutter as you take in the room.

His eyes traversed over your body as he ceased his incantation and watched as you regained your former hue. Your cheeks pinked, and your eyelids lost their former darkness before they slowly blinked open.

He pursed his pink lips before flicking out his tongue and dragging it along the dried skin. “Is it you, my love?” He calls towards you, almost breathless, as he waits for a response.

A sly smile curves along your sweaty face, baring to him your perfect pearly teeth before you answer. “It is?”

So few words, yet so much to tell as they slipped from your teeth in a mix of two voices speaking as one. Something inhuman is bleeding over your once-sweet tone. The darker of the two faded away, leaving only your original voice for him to hear once you’d finished speaking.

What lay within you, puppeting your body and mimicking your lovely voice, was evil at its finest. It had twisted its poisonous barbs around the good priest's heart, squeezing it for all the love that could bleed out onto its tongue. He was purely smitten, overtaken by its power as it finally gifted you to him.

He leaned in, wanting to crawl up your nightgown to nuzzle along your skin. He nearly sounded as if he were begging as he spoke to your form. “May I touch you?"

Your eyes were pointed as the demon used them to stare into him before stealing your lips to speak. “Untie me first, James.”

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