#well endowed Bucky Barnes

[sarahowritesostucky]

The Fic:

Reader has had a crush on roommate Bucky for while, but they're just friends. She can't risk losing a good roommate who pays rent.

Then she notices him rearranging his junk in his pants all the time, and then overhears him telling/showing his guy friends his nifty new SAXXS underwear he got.

Reader Googles it, and now knows that Bucky is well endowed - especially in the, ahem, balls department, and she cannot keep calm around Bucky anymore.

He notices and asks her what's up --- while padding around the apartment in just his new underwear. He catches reader looking and gleefully figures out what's up.

He coyly teases reader and then gets a little more flirty and heated, telling her that it's okay for her to be curious.

"You wanna feel em? Here. Gimme your hand."

And that is how reader winds up with her hand, cupping Bucky's junk.

And maybe other things happen after. Maybe cock worship, maybe teabagging, you decide.

Excuse me I need to go douse myself in holy water.

[broodybuck]

Title: No One's Ever Done It Like That

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers AU, couch sex, toxic Brock Rumlow, getting together, gentle sex, top Steve, bottom Bucky

[ao3 link]

He thought he liked it rough. That's what Bucky believed — or made himself believe. Because he got turned on and came every time and liked it. He does like it. He likes when Brock grabs him too tight, leaves bruises, fucks him so fast it makes his hips rattle with every thrust.

It feels good in the moment. And what they have is casual anyway. So it wouldn't make sense for Brock to be sweet or gentle. It wouldn't make sense for Brock to hang out afterward. Friends-with-benefits means fast and convenient. Hence, they do it in cars and bathrooms and back rooms. Sure, Bucky had an initial fear of getting caught publically but the way Brock assured him how sexy and dangerous it was made Bucky feel wild and hot. Bucky didn't mind if his arousal was mixed with a little shame.

Tonight, they're at the movies. It's not a date. It's never a date. Lately, it's become they go where Brock wants to fuck him and try not to get caught. Bucky's not thrilled but Brock always reminds him they've never gotten caught before and they haven't. That's the truth. So Bucky goes along with it.

They're sitting in the back of the theater which isn't super helpful since a bunch of teenagers are also back here but they have a few seats on either side of them. When the lights dim, Brock doesn't waste a second. He grabs Bucky's hand and shoves it against his crotch. Jesus, he's already rock hard. Bucky gulps when Brock reaches for his crotch and finds him soft.

"Oh come on," Brock hisses under his breath. "Give it up, Buck. Stop being a pussy."

"M'not," Bucky mumbles quietly and starts stroking Brock over his jeans.

Brock spreads his legs, leaning back like he's relaxing, and drops his hand off Bucky. He pushes up into Bucky's hand, urging Bucky for more. Bucky peers around nervously trying to be as subtle with his movement as possible.

"Come on," Brock demands in a whisper and pushes his hips up again.

Bucky's cheeks burn, his skin feels on fire as he grabs Brock in his hand while his eyes dart corner to corner. Brock reaches back over to feel Bucky again. He's still not hard and Brock makes a sound of disgust, dropping his hand disappointedly once more.

"Get it up," Brock commands.

Bucky shakes his head nervously, his hand slows and hesitantly falls away from Brock's crotch. Brock huffs out a frustrated breath. Bucky can see him roll his eyes dramatically even in the dim lighting.

Brock grabs Bucky's arm. "Bathroom. Now."

He pulls Bucky up and rushes him to the bathroom. At least, there's more privacy. This is better, they can hide in a stall, Bucky thinks. He breathes a sigh of relief as they stride into the mens' room.

Brock kicks open a stall, shoves Bucky inside, and slams the door shut. Now that Bucky can relax, he feels himself starting to fill out.

"Knees," Brocks demands and Bucky drops immediately.

He doesn't mind blowing Brock, in fact, it'll give him the perfect amount of time to get hard.

Brock tears the fly of his jeans open and shoves them and his boxers. down to his thighs. He holds his cock in his hand and the sight makes Bucky drool. It's part of why Bucky's stayed all this time, the reason he convinces himself he likes it the way Brock does. Because Brock is well-endowed and it feels so good when he's fucking Bucky. Especially when he preps him right.

Bucky swallows the head and already knows Brock will thrust spitefully into his mouth due to Bucky's "lack of cooperation" since this has happened before. Honestly, it's okay because it works out for Bucky. In the end, they're in a more secluded place and Bucky can finally get turned on here. So as much as it annoys Brock, this is as public as Bucky's willing to get.

Bucky chokes on the third rough thrust down his throat. Then they hear the door open and both freeze. Brock stares down at Bucky and slowly, his mouth twitches into a smile. Bucky is breathing heavily through his nose, trying to quiet the sound but his mouth is too full to breathe any other way.

Brock pulls back to the tip, smiles wider, and then pushes back in. Bucky wants to moan and also cry. He's so turned on and embarrassed at the same time, his head starts to spin.

Brock keeps the painstakingly slow motion up until they hear a flush and a door swing close again.

"Finally," Brock rolls his eyes like he wasn't enjoying every second of that.

He pulls out and tugs Bucky up by the collar of his shirt. He turns Bucky around and pushes him toward the toilet. Bucky spreads his arms out, bracing himself with both palms against the stall walls. Although, he's sure this won't last with how hard Brock will probably fuck him.

"Pants off," Brock snips.

Bucky starts undoing the button and fly of his jeans.

"I didn't prep," Bucky says quickly.

Brock groans, annoyed. "Jesus, you can't make anything easy? Well, it'll have to be quick."

Bucky nods at the wall as he shoves his pants and underwear down. He knows it'll burn at first but then it'll feel good. Then Brock will start leaking precum and it'll ease the slide of his cock. Bucky's eyes close in anticipation when they hear a door again.

Footsteps sound near the stalls and then stop.

"Everything okay in here?" a voice calls.

Bucky's stomach drops. It's official, oh god, they've been caught. He's been dreading this moment.

He hears Brock picking up his pants and rezipping his jeans. Brock opens the door and steps out. Bucky jolts up straight, trying to get his pants all the way up in one quick motion. His face is on fire with shame and betrayal. What is Brock doing, just opening the door?

"All good, my buddy got sick. Was throwing up," Brock lies.

Bucky can't turn around, he doesn't want to face the man who caught them. Doesn't want to play along with Brock's lies. This is all Brock's fault and for the first time, Bucky feels angry.

"Are you okay in there?" the stranger asks. And when Brock stays quiet, Bucky can tell the man is talking to him.

Bucky turns around and wipes his mouth of the lingering drool from blowing Brock before but it's a good cover for the sick fib. He only nods, he can't trust his voice right now. Especially since the man in front of him is... well, stunning. Like actually, stunningly gorgeous.

The man must be over six foot, equipped with massive biceps, a broad chest and perfectly combed blond hair. God, he's gorgeous. Way more gorgeous than Brock and Bucky thought he won the jackpot a year ago when he first met Brock.

"Do you need assistance?" the blond man asks. "I can call a medic or assist you home."

"I can get him home. He's fine," Brock insists.

"I'm not talking to you," the blond states and it makes Bucky want to smile enormously but he bites it back.

Brock looks offended and steps away from the stall. The blond steps in closer and holds his hand out so only Bucky can see. On his palm is a message written in pen. It reads: "Do you need help? Nod twice."

Bucky freezes entirely. The question is jarring because he came here with Brock willingly. He's been in a friend-with-benefits fling with Brock for over a year and he chose that too. He's told himself he likes Brock and he likes this. But suddenly, right now, he's never wanted to leave with this blond stranger more. It feels like a perfect out. He doesn't have to get fucked in a public bathroom or give Brock a handjob in the back of the theater and he won't have to feel any pain when Brock doesn't want to prep him enough.

Bucky nods twice. He just does it without thinking. The blond straightens up, cupping his palm back as his expression evens to something much more serious.

Bucky's sitting in the passenger seat of the blond man's car. His name is Steve, Bucky has learned. Steve kicked Brock out by threatening to call the cops on him. After that, Brock ran instantly — not even looking back at Bucky. He has a few misdemeanors under his name, Bucky knows, but it still hurt to see how quickly he was gone.

Bucky glances over at Steve and realizes he's only wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. He's not wearing the standard, red collared shirt the other workers wear and he's not wearing a nametag.

"Do you work at the movie theater?" Bucky asks.

Steve looks at him guilty. "Um, no."

"Oh," Bucky says, suddenly anxious he just got into a random man's car. He grips the door handle, trying to calculate if he could survive jumping out at the speed they're driving.

"I'm sorry, I um, saw you two. I mean, I was walking back from the bathroom so I had to walk behind your row to get back to my seat and I saw... you know," Steve pauses, looking uncomfortable.

Bucky blushes violently. He grips the handle harder wishing he could explode into thin air.

"I just figured, okay two guys doing the dirty. I wasn't gonna rat you out. I was trying to get back to my seat and ignore it. But then I caught a glimpse of you and you looked... scared," Steve swallows, he's staring only at the road as he talks. "And I saw your boyfriend grab your hand and then throw it down. He looked angry. I wasn't sure if..."

Steve stops talking. They sit in a beat of awkward silence.

"Maybe I overstepped..." Steve finishes quietly.

Bucky shakes his head, finally loosening his grip on the door handle.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"So you were in trouble?" Steve whips his head to him with wide eyes.

"Um, no. Not in trouble either. It's kinda complicated," Bucky says shly. He feels embarrassed having to explain their situation, especially with how bad it looked from the outside.

"We have a thing," Bucky explains. "I came here willingly with him but he does... push me. More than I like. He likes to do stuff like that in public but I... don't."

"You should tell him no."

Bucky stares out the window feeling ashamed. He's been telling himself for months that he'd learn to like it. That it was hot, that anyone would go along with it.

"I know," Bucky whispers.

"I don't mean to tell you what to do," Steve says quickly.

"You're right," Bucky says. "I don't know, I guess I didn't realize I wanted an out until you gave me one."

Steve falls quiet. Bucky chances a glance over at him.

"Well, I'm glad I was there," Steve says finally.

Me too, Bucky wants to say but he can't bring himself to find the words. So he sits silently.

"Do you have somewhere to stay tonight?" Steve asks and Bucky remembers he never told Steve his address.

Steve offered him a ride and said he could take him anywhere safe and just started driving. Bucky felt so touched by the offer, he wanted to say yes so he just did.

"Yeah, um," Bucky begins debating whether to give his address to a complete stranger.

"You're welcome to crash on my couch. I live right up here, actually," Steve points as he turns onto a street and they're passing a row of apartments.

"Oh," Bucky says, aware he shouldn't just go home with this guy but for some reason, his body keeps pushing him toward him.

Every time Steve offers something, Bucky wants to say yes, and every time he looks at Steve's big arms he wants them wrapped around him. He wonders if Steve likes to cuddle. Bucky misses sharing a bed with someone. Brock never sleeps over.

"Okay."

Again the word just leaves Bucky's mouth with his allowance. What in the world is he doing, he wonders frantically. But then Steve smiles at him and it looks so genuine that Bucky relaxes and just smiles right back.

So, he's sitting on Steve's couch now and oh god, this is bad. So bad. Seriously, Bucky should not be thinking this but he wants to fuck Steve so bad.

Since the moment they stepped inside Steve's apartment, Steve has been coddling Bucky like a mother hen. He took his arm and gently walked him over to the couch, he brought him a glass of water, grabbed a spare blanket out of the closet, and wrapped it around Bucky.

Oh god, he's so soft and gentle while at the same time, he's massive, stacked with muscles. He seems to want to take care of Bucky which is weird since they just met. But oh, does Bucky want Steve to take care of him. Take care of him just the way he's doing right now and also with his cock.

Bucky slumps into the cushions of Steve's couch with the blanket wrapped around him eyeing Steve like a puppy dog. He watches every step the man takes, watches his ass when he rushes back to the kitchen to offer him a snack. He's so pretty and hot, Bucky thinks. He's so nice. He wants him to take his pants off.

Steve returns with a bag of pretzels. "This is all I have, sorry. Wanna order something?"

Steve sits next to him on the bed and now Bucky can inhale his scent, feel his warmth radiate around him and for the millionth time tonight, Bucky speaks without his brain.

"Take off your pants."

Steve stops, staring at him incredulously. "I'm sorry?"

Bucky blinks, realizing what he's said and abruptly dying in instant humiliation.

"Oh god, did I say that out loud?"

Bucky hides his face in his hands although it's not enough. He wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole.

Steve chuckles a little awkwardly beside him. "Uh, yeah you did."

Bucky smashes his hands into his forehead, really wanting to die.

"Did you say my pants?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods bashfully from under his hands. "I'm sorry, you're just being so nice. And you're really… hot."

Bucky peeks out from between his fingers and sees Steve's face grow with even more surprise. It makes Bucky drop his hands.

"You can't be that surprised. You know you're gorgeous, right?" Bucky says with more assurance than he's ever heard himself use.

"I... god, you don't have to say that," Steve says, his cheeks blushing as bright red as Bucky's. They're two tomatoes ripening on the couch.

Bucky laughs at the image. Steve arches an eyebrow and then lets out a laugh too.

"I've never said something that bold," Bucky admits coyly.

"Really?"

Bucky shakes his head. "It's usually other guys who make a move. That's how I met Brock — the guy from the bathroom."

Steve nods with recognition then he frowns.

"Well, I don't think Brock was the right guy for you."

"Yeah, I think I'm officially ending it," Bucky says.

Steve smiles at that looking oddly proud. It makes Bucky's chest swell.

"I guess I'm bad at leaving sometimes," Bucky shrugs.

"You deserve someone a lot better," Steve says.

"You don't even know me."

"Yeah but anyone deserves better than what I saw," Steve clarifies. "Especially someone as pretty as you."

"You think I'm pretty?" Bucky murmurs, losing the volume in his voice.

Steve lifts his hand to Bucky's face, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb and it's already a sweeter gesture than Brock's ever given him. Bucky actually melts under the touch.

"Yes, I do," Steve breathes.

Bucky's eyelids droop, his mouth falls open and he makes his wish. "Kiss me."

Steve leans right in like all he was waiting for was permission. He kisses Bucky so tenderly, Bucky wants to cry.

Steve presses forward leaning over him as he deepens the kiss. Bucky falls back on the couch with the blanket still bundled around him so he struggles to get his hands free. Steve feels his scrambling so he pulls back to help untangle him from the blanket.

"There you go," Steve coos. The way he says it makes a tingle run down Bucky's spine.

Steve stares at Bucky lying under him, his finger traces the collar of his shirt.

"What if we got you free of this one too?" Steve asks sweetly.

Bucky nods raptly and watches as Steve carefully lifts his shirt and rolls the fabric up and over his head. Bucky stretches his arm letting the shirt fall off him. That's when Steve stares at his bare chest. His hand falters in midair.

"May I?" Steve asks and Bucky almost wants to laugh. Who asks for permission to touch, he's not used to that.

"Yeah," Bucky allows.

He follows Steve's fingers as they gingerly graze his skin, his nipples, his neck. He shivers making Steve smile wider. Steve sits back to tug his shirt off and allows Bucky to stare now. Wow, their bodies are different sizes and Steve's so big and broad, Bucky can't wait to be pressed under all that weight.

"Can we?" Bucky asks realizing how hard he's getting. His fingers spring to the button of his jeans. He's never wanted to get his pants off so desperately.

"We can," Steve growls and it's enough to send a sharp jolt of arousal through Bucky.

They rush to get their pants off and when they're both fully naked, Steve grinds himself against Bucky, their cocks rubbing together deliciously making them both moan out.

Steve feels big as he keeps grinding his cock up against Bucky's.

"Put it in me," Bucky heaves, imagining the stretch and the burn but Steve stops abruptly.

"Let me get the lube."

Steve jumps off him and runs into the bedroom. Bucky feels the cold hit his body the second he's gone. He looks down at his naked form and realizes how crazy this is. He just met Steve and now he's about to get fucked on his couch.

He's almost about to have second thoughts when Steve returns with the lube in his hands. And oh, just looking at that man in all his glory makes Bucky stop thinking. Every muscle on full display, his nipples perky and pink, his cock hanging hard in between his legs. Bucky stretches back and spreads his thighs apart. Who cares about crazy, he wants this.

Steve smirks as he settles back onto the couch, popping the cap off and coating his fingers with a large glob.

The next twenty minutes are nothing like Bucky's ever experienced before. Even before Brock, not many guys have taken so much care and time to open him up. Dear god, it's like every nerve is on fire with the way Steve keeps pumping and teasing fingers in and out of him. All the while, Steve's kissing him and telling him he's doing so good.

Bucky didn't know he had a thing for praise but every time Steve says it, he wants to shudder and cry.

Bucky tries to hold back but this is also the longest Bucky has ever been opened up for and he's so close it's killing him.

"Steve— gonna, gonna come," Bucky whines.

Steve's fingers don't pause. He leans over his lips to breathe, "Come, baby."

And it's like a well breaks and Bucky comes so hard it rushes out of him. Steve slows his fingers and kisses the edges of Bucky's mouth as he calms.

Bucky's still breathing hard when he opens his eyes and looks at Steve incredulously.

"No one's ever done it like that," Bucky huffs out.

Steve smiles fondly above him.

"I figured. And I told you, you deserve so much better," Steve says as his fingers slip out and he begins to sit up. "And I wanna give you that, Buck. Everything you deserve. Any way you like it."

"Any way?" Bucky mumbles dumbles.

"Anything. Just tell me, sweetheart. I'll fuck you as slow or fast as you want."

Bucky's eyes fall closed, he's overwhelmed by his orgasm but also from Steve's words. This feels like a dream. Maybe when he opens his eyes, he'll wake up.

But when he looks up again, Steve is still there waiting patiently for his answer.

"Tell me, honey. Cause I really wanna get inside you."

"Slow," Bucky requests. "At least, at first."

Steve grins. "Slow it is."

He sits back to coat his cock with more lube and then lines up. He holds Bucky's thighs in his hands, pushing them up and apart. He begins pushing in. Bucky feels the pressure and the stretch as he takes Steve's cock but there's no burn. No pain. And no rush.

Bucky sighs with relief as Steve bottoms out and begins an incredibly leisure pace. It's almost too intimate. The way Steve's staring at him all the while his cock's slipping in and out of him so carefully like he might break.

Bucky feels a sting behind his eyes, he doesn't want to cry. That would be so embarrassing but the more Steve holds his gaze and fucks him so gently, the more Bucky feels his eyes welling up.

He thinks maybe if he says it out loud it'll lessen the emotion.

"You're doing it so gently."

Steve nods knowingly. "Just like you asked, honey."

"I..." Bucky's mouth falls open but he pauses. He moans when Steve's cock brushes over his prostate.

"That my cue to pick it up?" Steve asks. Bucky blinks at him, speechless. "Might feel even better if I press into that spot harder. Only if you want."

Bucky tries to gather his words but it's too much. He feels a tear trail down his cheek, his face burns hot with shame. Steve brushes the tear away and leans closer.

"Let it out, sweetheart. It's all a release. This is what you deserve."

With that Bucky whimpers and lets the words fall out of him like a cry. "Harder, please."

Steve kisses his cheek and then pulls back to thrust forward again. He picks up the force and speed with each and every thrust until Bucky's eyes are rolling back. It's building so perfectly and intensely, Bucky starts shaking as his second orgasm rolls through him like waves.

He barely registers the moment Steve groans and slams into him one last time. His cock throbs inside of him, pulsing with his release.

They're lying on the couch in a naked cuddle for what feels like forever. Steve lifts his head to kiss Bucky's collarbone, then his face.

"We should get you cleaned up," Steve says softly.

And it's in this moment Bucky realizes, Steve didn't run off to shower the second they were done. He didn't insist on leaving directly after. He's been lying here, holding him and not rushing a thing.

Bucky fights back more tears that threaten to spill from his eyes. This man, this complete stranger is nothing like Brock or any of the other men Bucky's been with. But somehow he's already the best thing that ever happened to Bucky.

"Thank you," Bucky says.

"For what?"

"For giving me my out."

[bonky-n-steeb]

need

roommate! bucky barnes x reader

summary || Bucky gets horny while watching a movie.

warnings || handjob, crack fic — MINORS DNI

divider by @firefly-graphics

I don’t even know what this is lmaooo.

You stifled a yawn as you stretched your legs further into Bucky’s lap, it was a tradition now since your feet always got cold. Your eyes were drooping low, but you shook your head to stay awake. The TV was throwing colours over the overwise dark room and you were getting sleepy looking at the bright screen.

“That boring?” Bucky asked, turning away from the stupid horror movie he had chosen. “No. I’m just very tired.” You lied. You were sleepy, while watching a horror movie, and it wasn’t even halfway through. The movie was just downright terrible.

“Don’t lie. I know it’s awful. Kinda was a bad pick.” Bucky said dejectedly. “Uff, glad to know I’m not the only one who thinks this is pathetic.” Bucky was a little touchy when it came to the movies he selected, so you tended not to usually criticise them in front of him.

You were about to switch off the TV when suddenly the main characters started making out, in the middle of a haunted house. You wanted to roll your eyes, but the scenes were oddly arousing. The scenes progressed further until they were literally fucking in the dilapidated room.

You wiggled your feet a little in Bucky’s lap to get more comfortable, but then foot accidentally touched something hard and hot in his pants. You both stilled and left the TV to look straight into each other’s eyes.

A devilish idea crossed in your head and you pressed your foot down a little harder. He hissed through his teeth and yet didn’t stop you, so you decided to continue rubbing your foot over his tented pants. But then you purposely took your leg away to gauge his reaction.

“Don’t tease me doll.” His voice was raspy as he looked at you with lust blown eyes. You crawled further until you were right next to him. In the dim light of the TV playing the now forgotten movie, you could see his blue eyes sparkling.

Bucky was a gorgeous man and you’d be a fool to not want him. Bucky placed his hand on your chin and smashed your lips together in a passionate kiss. You trailed your hand down the hard planes of his body as you kissed him.

“Fuck.” He cursed when you slipped your hand into his pants and curled your hand around his hot length. You pressed tight circles on his slit with your thumb and spread the precum. He closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa once you started moving your hand along his length.

You had accidentally seen Bucky naked once, and you knew he was well endowed. But jerking him off was a whole another experience. Your eyes weren’t leaving Bucky’s face because he looked absolutely magnificent, his eyes closed and his plump lip trapped between his teeth as he relaxed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long… fuck!” He sighed as you twisted your hand around his head. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” You asked as you started moving your hand faster. “I… I thought you didn’t want… fuck, I’m going to cum!”

“No wait! Not on the couch please!” You cried out. You were about to take your hand away, but Bucky held you there. “Please god, don’t stop!” His hand guided your fist to go faster. “Bucky! You’re going to ruin the couch and the carpet.”

“No. Take…” he closed his eyes and you could feel that he was on the edge as his cock twitched in your hand. “Take the mug.. quick!” Following Bucky blindly, you took the first cup you could reach on the table. Bucky groaned loudly as he came and you collected his cum in the cup.

Bucky’s body sagged into the couch when he came down from the orgasmic high. You giggled like idiots about what just had happened before your eyes went back to the mug. “Oh my god Bucky! You just ruined my favourite coffee cup!” You screamed.

“I wouldn’t say ruined it…. umm, I just added some extra cream.” He said laughing at his own joke. “Ewww. Not funny.” You said making a face. Bucky pulled you back in his arms and held you there. Soon, you too started laughing on the absurdity of the whole situation. “Well, it was still better than the movie.”

[buckys-black-dress]

Hey! Could you use either prompt 2, 19, 30 or 32 for any Bucky?? Love your writing!

blazing sun

a/n: thank you for this lovely request! i chose prompt 30 from this list, which is "I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice." i loved writing this! plz send any and all requests you have <3 hope you enjoy! xoxo, ali :)

warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex in public. if you are under 18, SWIPE OFF.

wc: 1.4k

[ bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

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This vacation was supposed to be relaxing. A break from all the hard work you do as Avengers, and all that.

But what you didn't realize when you booked a one-week trip to California with you super beefy super soldier boyfriend, was that he was absolutely insatiable.

He wanted it all. The. Time.

And no, you would never be upset with Bucky for wanting to have sex, because he was very, very well-endowed and he always made sure your pleasure was a priority.

But there were times where you felt like it was getting to a bit... too much?

First, it was the small room in the quaint beachside house you had rented. You reckon Bucky had fucked you senseless on every single surface in the house.

"C'mon, doll. You know how I get, and on that long flight all I could think about fuckin' you in the bathroom. But there were kids right by there, and I didn't know if I could be quiet while I was balls-deep in that tight pussy of yours." He smirked, a hand tracing up your thigh while you placed your bag down on the floor.

"How about we head to our room first and get started there, yeah?" You had suggested while you gently walked out of his grasp, waiting for him to follow you into the bedroom.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea how bad I'm gonna wreck ya. Gonna have you screamin' on my cock for the next seven days, sweetheart."

And that was the start of it. And once Bucky started, he did not stop.

You were laid on a towel while trying to get a bit of a tan, letting the sound of the ocean relax you.

Behind you was the set-up of the chairs and umbrella you two had brought with you. Bucky was perched on his chair, watching you read the book you'd also brought along.

"Baby, c'mere for a sec?" His rough voice broke you out of the trance from your reading, snapping your head towards him.

"Something wrong, honey?" You inquire, sitting up in your spot.

"Oh, yeah, just need help with somethin' for a minute over here." Bucky responds. While you brush off the sand while standing up, you miss the smirk that paints his face.

"What's up?" You ask while standing in front of him.

All of a sudden, you feel two hands grasping your hips, pulling you down onto his lap.

"Bucky, what are you doing?" You grit out, wondering what the hell was going on with this man?

"I need you, sweetheart." He simply murmurs, his mouth already making headway up the expanse of your neck.

"We- we're on the beach? In public?" You say, more like ask because you're so confused about the way he's acting right now.

"Baby, I can speak at least six languages, but I don't know how else to tell you that I wanna fuck you, right here, right now." His tone becomes even darker and gravelly, making a shiver run up your spine and your thighs clench together.

And of course, Bucky notices. Because Bucky Barnes doesn't let anything slip through the cracks.

"I've never done anything like... that in public before, baby." You tell him in a hushed tone. Sometimes Bucky loved the way you got shy and demure, only for him to fuck the absolute daylights out of you.

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one would even notice." He whispers with another devious smirk that means nothing but trouble.

"I- Are you sure?"

"Yes, honey. Trust me, I've got ya. When have I ever let you down?" He asks, already adjusting you on his lap into an appropriate position.

You had both legs on either side of him, and while you had minor things obstructing the view of your lower halves on the (thankfully) not crowded beach, your heart rate was through the roof.

Both in arousal and fear of getting caught.

"Well, there was that one time..." You joke, abruptly stopping when you feel his cool, metal fingers run through your folds.

You let out a shaky breath, waiting to feel the way his fingers fill you up, but instead you just shift upwards and feel his thickness fill you right away.

"Oh- Oh my god, Bucky." Your grip on his shoulders was straining, feeling him fill you to the brim.

"Thas' it, take it all, baby." He returns, leaving marks along your chest right in front of him.

You let out another shaky, quiet moan while you feel him thrust upwards just the slightest bit, but it was enough to make your eyes roll back.

"Know just how ya like it, don't I, angel?" Bucky hums in your ear, moving at a slow but consistent pace inside you.

You give him an almost imperceptible nod, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his cock brushing up against your g-spot.

"Fuck, look at me, baby. Look into my eyes when I make you come." He demands, and who are you to deny him?

Your eyes somehow remain open, and through the fog of having him so deep inside you, you feel the coil building up inside of you quickly.

"H-Honey, I'm gonna come." You breathe out between your quivering breaths, feeling how Bucky's pace becomes a touch quicker, and seeing his jaw set as he makes you his mission.

Making you come, that is.

"C'mon, baby, give it t'me," he gives you a few more thrusts while you bounce on him, all the while keeping eye contact with him.

He knows you've finally snapped when you still on top of him, trying to close your legs around his hips. You're holding onto him for dear life, biting your lip to avoid making any noise.

"Fuck, angel, squeezin' me so damn tight," Bucky's words echo through your empty mind while you feel him stop his movements, and his white seed painting your walls.

While you move your face into the crook of his neck, his arms wrap around you, holding you tight against his warm body.

"God, ain't nobody like you, doll." He laughs, placing a kiss at the top of your head while you nuzzle further into his neck.

"Well, I never thought I'd get railed in broad daylight on the beach by my super soldier boyfriend, but I guess lots of things change over the years." You coyly reply, hearing Bucky's chest vibrate underneath you while he laughs.

"Well, there's no one else I'd rather fuck on the beach than you, doll."

"I don't think you care where you fuck me, as long as you get your dick inside me at some point or another." You giggle while moving up to meet his eyes again.

Bucky slowly lifts you up to pull his softening cock out of you, gently tucking himself back into his swim trunks.

He watches intently while his cum leaks out of you, slowly dripping down your thighs.

You catch what he's watching so carefully, face burning in embarrassment.

"Bucky, you made such a mess." You whine, but your sentence trails off when you see his fingers move down to your core. Bucky uses his flesh hand to scoop some of his seed onto his fingers, and brings them to your mouth.

As the words die on your tongue, you taste his salty cum instead.

"Mmm. Taste good, angel?" He hums with a dirty smile.

"Why don't you find out yourself?" You tease, feeling a bit bold.

While one of Bucky's eyebrows shoots up at your words, he doesn't take much time to think before he leans in and captures your lips in his.

His tongue prods into your mouth, exploring it and tasting every inch of what you had to offer.

"I was right. We taste delicious." Bucky winks, and you lean in once more for a sweet peck.

"I love you so much, Bucky. There's no one else I could ever do any of... this with other than you." You brush your fingers through his sandy hair, admiring the man under you with a soft smile.

"God, doll, ain't nobody that could ever have me wrapped around their little finger like you do." He tells you sincerely, gazing into your soul. He punctuates the sweet words with a kiss on your nose, making you scrunch it up.

And this moment was when you realized, this was paradise. This is the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

Right here, under the California sun, you finally felt... whole.

[buttybarnes1917]

Innocence

Word Count: 2,089

Okay. First smut fic in a very long time. It might suck, but I’m going to try really hard to make it not suck.  

Ft. fem reader and rockstar!bucky. I feel like this is absolutely going to become an AU, so it’ll get it’s own header on my masterlist!!

Warnings: dirty talk, nickname (kitten), grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, somehow also a degradation kink, Bucky is obsessed with Readers innocence, minors dni

You rolled your eyes in disgust as you heard moaning coming from Bucky’s dressing room.  

Again.

God, he was literally insatiable.  It seemed like every show, he was pulling some girl backstage, kissing messily in the hallway as the rest of the crew worked around him and then inevitably the girl would end up in his dressing room or his bunk in the bus, which, literally made no sense considering how muscular he was.  Those bunks were so small.  But the girls would never stay for long, and then you would get the fun job of escorting her back to the audience, with her calling “call me!” to Bucky and Bucky already forgetting her name.

You leaned on the wall, sighing a little as you heard her moaning again and Bucky’s short grunts.  God. If he wasn’t so infuriating, he might even be hot.  

Oh, who were you kidding.  He was hot. Six foot three, at least, insane arm muscles from the hours upon hours of playing drums, long curly brown hair and tattoos that curled around his body, Bucky Barnes was everyone’s ideal bad boy.  On top of the fact that you had heard from the people on the crew that he had been with that he was… very well endowed.  

Natasha from lighting told you that he was more skilled with his fingers than a drummer should be, and that she was having trouble walking for days after her encounter with him.  Loki from rigging told you the way he used his tongue on them was “magical” and that they had trouble finding someone who could live up to that.  Steve from audio told you that he could find your weaknesses almost immediately and that he had “never been with someone who made him cum so many times”.  Which would have grossed you out, honestly, if you weren’t so impressed.  

The door opened and you pushed yourself off the wall, as the girl pulled her jacket over her shoulders, blushing as she saw you.  Bucky leaned on the doorframe and smirked at her.  

“You’ll call me next time you’re in town, right?”  She asked, giggling at him a little.  Your nose wrinkled a little as you smelled the weed on her, and you rolled your eyes.  

“Sure thing, doll.” He nodded.  You cleared your throat.  

“This way, hon, the show’s about to start,” you said softly and walked off with her. You gently pushed her through the curtain and security walked her to her seat.  You turned and sighed softly and bumped into Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You said quickly pushing yourself off him.  He grinned down at you.

“Not a problem, kitten,” he said.  You made a face.

“My name is y/n. Not kitten.” You corrected him, and he slowly smirked at you.

“Apologies, kitten.” He said again and you rolled your eyes, walking back toward the side stage.  He trailed along behind you.

“You’re the assistant tour manager or something, right?” he asked. “You’re always here late, setting shit up.”

“Yep.” You responded, your eyes on your clipboard as you walked.

“Don’t you ever do anything other than work?” he asked, snatching your clipboard away from you. You turned immediately and he held the clipboard over your head, laughing as you tried to grab it.  You punched him in the stomach, thinking he would bend over, and he just laughed more. “You call that a punch?”

“You’re an asshole.” You said, punching your fists to your hips.

“And you’re short.  Didn’t know we were saying obvious things,” he responded.  You both glanced over at the stage as you heard the stage manager call out that there were five minutes left until show time.  Bucky brought down the clipboard and you snatched it from his hand.

“Break a leg.” You said to him.  “Literally.” You turned walking away, shivering as you felt Bucky’s gaze on you.

 ******

 You sighed softly as you walked through the venue later that night, after the show was finished.  The band had only one more show in this building, but there had been consistent problems with the haze machines setting off the fire detectors.  Which by definition was not supposed to happen, since the haze mix was water based.  You assumed that the haze tech had just ordered whatever was cheapest and you wanted to double check that the machines were working properly.  As you pushed the door open, you heard drums from the stage and swore to yourself.  Of course, Bucky was here.  This night couldn’t get worse.  

You walked backstage and fiddled around with the machines, sighing as you did. The haze tech had ended up screwing up one of the machines with a mix of different hazes, so of course it was your job to fix it now.  The tour manager didn’t want to spend extra money, and you had been touring since you were a kid, your parents both a huge part of the industry.  

“Didn’t know you were here,” you heard and looked up as Bucky walked backstage, twirling his drumsticks, grinning at you.  You rolled your eyes.

“Someone has to clean up after everyone’s messes.” You responded.

“Mmm.” He grinned and leaned on the road case next to you.  “You’re the one that helps with the girls, aren’t you?” he asked, and your cheeks flushed red as you worked.  You didn’t look up at him, refusing to let him see you blush.  

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for that.” Bucky said.  “They get clingy after a while.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes, we’ve established that.” Bucky grinned.  

“I don’t want to hear about your fucking sex addiction right now, Barnes.  I’m trying to fix this haze machine.” You said finally looking up at him.  

“Oh, I’ll be real, its not an addiction.  I’m just very into sex, and I enjoy it.”  He grinned. “Don’t you enjoy it?”

“I’m not talking about sex with you.” You said and looked down at the machine.

“Oh, come on.  That’s gonna make me think you’re a virgin.”  He chuckled and you didn’t reply. “Wait… no way.  You’re actually a virgin?” he asked.  You rolled your eyes.

“My sex life is none of your business.”  You said, your voice shaking a little nervously.  

“So, you are a virgin.” He responded, grinning.  He hopped onto the road case, swinging his legs.  “How have you been on the road this long without at the very least getting head?”

“Oh my God.” You mumbled, your face blushing bright red. “You’re such an—”

“Asshole, yeah, it’s on my resume,” Bucky smirked.  “You’ve got to have thought about it.  I mean.  It can’t be easy, hearing me fuck nearly everyone on this tour—”

“You’re such an arrogant asshole, not everyone wants to—”

“Yeah, but you do,” Bucky cut you off.  “I’ve seen how you look at the girls that leave my room.  You’re jealous, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Don’t call me that.”  You said, shivering just a little.  Unfortunately, Bucky noticed.  

“You are jealous,” he said grinning and sliding off the road case, moving toward you.  “You’ve probably touched yourself to hearing me with those other people, haven’t you kitten?” You backed away, shaking a little.

“Bucky--“

“Now don’t lie to me kitten,” he said smirking as you bumped into another road case. He placed a hand on either side of you and grinned down at you. “How long have you wanted to kiss me, kitten?” he asked, and you whimpered a little at the nickname.

“I…” you stammered out as you felt his calloused fingers drift down the skin of your arm. “Bucky…”

“So, a while,” he chuckled softly, leaning so his lips brushed across your neck. “If you don’t want this, tell me.  I’m an asshole, not a jerk.” He said grinning a little.  You bit your lip, looking up at him.  In truth, he was right.  You had wanted this for so long.  You had held off, not wanting to be that girl that slept with the drummer, that slept with people to get ahead.  But let’s be real—Bucky had slept with half the crew already—not just women, but men too, and non-binary people.  You wouldn’t get looked down on at all, and if anyone did, they’d be looking down on themselves as well.  

“Kiss me,” you said softly and a second later you felt Bucky’s lips crash against yours in a fevered kiss as he lifted you effortlessly onto the road case.  Your legs wrapped around his hips automatically as he gripped your hips tightly.  You slipped your fingers through his hair, shivering as you heard a groan fall from his lips as you tugged gently.  He pulled away from your mouth, kissing down your neck, worshiping the area where your jaw met your neck. “Don’t leave a mark—” you gasped out, your face burning and he smirked at you.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he growled, and you felt a wetness pool between your thighs as he growled at you.  You whimpered as you felt his teeth work at your skin, your fingers gripping his hair tightly as you moaned, pushing your hips into his.  “God, you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, kitten?” he purred into your ear, one of his hands finding its way up your shirt and pushing it up, exposing your breasts to the cold air.  You gasped out his name breathlessly as he pinched and pulled at your nipple.  “Such a good, responsive girl, hmm?” he whispered into your ear.  “Never had anyone touch you like this, have you?  Never had anyone make you feel this good, have you, kitten?”

“No, Bucky, no one,” you breathed out whimpering and arching your back.  He slipped his hands down your body, unbuttoning your pants.

“I’m going to take my time with you, kitten,” he smirked, kneeling in front of you as he pulled your pants down past your knees.  

“What… What are you…” you panted, watching him, then falling back onto your elbows with a gasp as he flicked his tongue against your clit.  “Holy shit” you cried out as he sucked your clit into his mouth, rubbing his finger around your entrance, collecting your slick on his fingers. He slowly pulled away, smirking up at you as he slipped his fingers into his mouth, tasting you.

“God, kitten, you’re nearly dripping for me,” he whispered.  “You’re so wet for me, kitten, and I’ve barely even done anything.”

“Bucky, please—” you begged.

“I’ll be nice to you this once, kitten, because it’s your first,” he grinned.  “Remember that.”  He leaned forward again, slipping his tongue into you as you moaned almost immediately, your head falling back as your chest heaved with your heavy breaths. He slipped a finger into you, pumping in and out as you arched up into his hand.  “Where is it, kitten, where’s your spot—” he whispered and suddenly you felt a burst of pleasure and you cried out, your hips bucking up.

“Jesus Christ—”

“Just Bucky is fine,” he smirked, and any other time you would have punched him in the arm, but he added another finger and oh fuck he was hitting that spot again, and everything was feeling so good, and he was moaning and sucking on your clit and…and…and…

“Bucky, holy fuck!” you cried out, your back arching as you clenched around his fingers, cumming harder than you ever had before by your own hand or vibrator. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, rising from his knees to kiss you deeply through it as your legs shook. You pulled away, gasping as he slowly pulled his fingers from you.  You moaned softly as he licked his fingers, grinning at you.

“God, kitten, you taste so good for me,” he smirked softly and kissed you.  You shivered as you tasted yourself on his lips, and he pulled away, tilting your head up, his finger hooked under your chin. “Meet me in my dressing room tomorrow, after load out,” he smirked. “There’s so much more I want to teach you.”

[donutloverxo]

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Kinktober day 27 - Exhibition

Can be read as voyeurism as well if you look at it from buckys pov lol! Should I make it a two in one? I'm flexing my writing muscles by writing mean Steve and soft Ransom!

Summary - You help your boss relieve some stress and Steve teaches Bucky a lesson.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut (m/f), name calling, mean Steve, sir kink, making Bucky watch, boss/employer relationship, sugar relationship, office sex, cockwarming, probably dub con.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.

Word count - 2.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You narrowed your eyes, concentrating on your nails to get the perfect stroke of red paint on it - the color ‘berry red' Mr Rogers had picked out for you.

He pretended to be annoyed by your acrylics but you knew he had some sort of weirdly obsession or fetish about them. He loved staring at your hands, holding them so delicately in his, a stark contrast to how he had not-so-gently fucked you just minutes ago.

He absolutely loved kissing your little toes, making his way up your leg but that may just be his way of being an asshole who liked to test your patience.

The hissing sounds he’d make when you dug them in his shoulders or back was absolutely delicious. Even more so than looking at the aftermath of beautiful red marks scattered all over his back.

“Miss L/N,” you yelped, almost spilling your nail polish over your desk as you heard his voice on your intercom.

You cleared your throat before pressing the button to answer, “Yes, sir?”

“Come in here for a minute.” He rasped, his voice strain, almost as if he was holding some back.

You put your stilettos back on, carrying a note pad to write down whatever task he had for you - though you had an idea how this would go, or at least you hoped it would. Just the thought had you rubbing your thighs together.

You pushed his door open, “What can I do for you, sir?” you asked as you stood in front of him while he sat back on the leather couch, his legs wide open, his tie and coat discarded and his sleeves rolled up till his elbows. You wondered if he knew just how sexy he was. Holding up the notepad, feigning innocence and playing the part of the diligent assistant. You did sort of assist him in your own way.

“Come here and get on your knees. Help me relieve some stress.” He pushed back into the cushion as you laid the note pad on the coffee table and walked around it to him, kneeling in front of him you placed your hands on his knees.

“That’s a pretty color. Is it still wet?” he brushed his finger over your knuckle, careful not to touch your nail.

“Yes, sir.”

“Best not mess it up then.” He pressed his lips in a flat line. “I’ll have to do the work for you, like I always do. You’re such a spoiled brat you know that but it’s my own fault. I need to start being stricter with you.” He tutted as he took his cock out of his pants, pushing your head down on it.

You only grinned up at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be sorry, not when this boring slow workday just got infinitely better. You’d rather do this than take notes or attend another meeting.

You took his throbbing length in your mouth, choking as his tip hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “Just relax your throat,” he reminded you as you swallowed around him, “remember what I taught you.”

You didn’t know the first thing about sucking cocks, especially ones that were as well-endowed as Mr Rogers'. He was uncharacteristically patient with you while he taught you and let you get used to him.

“Fuck me. That mouth of yours...” he groaned as threw his head back, holding your head down on his cock. It had taken so long to train you. But it was worth his patience when you fucked him so well with your hot mouth.

He tightened his hold on your head when you tried to pull away. He laughed as you looked up at him like a confused puppy.

“Just hold it in your mouth like that for a while till I get this work done.” He smirked as your eyes widened.

He loved testing your patience and giving you pushing your boundaries. Be it your favorite new fuzzy pink handcuffs he used to tie you to his bed, or a trip to an exotic country.

You whimpered around his length, drool dribbling down your chin onto your neck. “You can swallow if you want, sweetheart. But that’s it, if you try doing anything else you can kiss your orgasms, and that Chanel bag you’ve been whining about,” as if to prove his annoyance he rutted his hips up into your throat, making you choke on his length, “goodbye. Understood?”

You nodded and swallowed some of your dribble, you couldn’t really answer with mouth full of cock. Laying your head on his thigh, suckling around him like you would to a popsicle, he did say it was okay for you to swallow, you closed your eyes. Your mind hazy, in a state of calm you often reach when you were with him, you did vaguely hear the door open but you thought that was just your imagination.

“Holy fuck!” You snapped your eyes open as soon as you heard the foreign voice, “Sorry, Steve, um... I’ll just come back later,” You recognised the voice as Mr Rogers' best friend Bucky.

You cheeks immediately heating up upon being caught red handed. Your relationship with your boss wasn’t really a secret but it wasn’t something everyone freely talked about either. You were sure Bucky knew about it, of course he did, sir tells him everything, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“No.” Steve said gruffly as you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, holding onto your head so you wouldn’t pull away. “Come in, Bucky. I need to discuss something important with you,” getting a firm grip on your head he pulled it back only to push you back down, “Sit over there,” he instructed, nodding towards the arm chair in front of him.

Bucky had no idea what the fuck he had walked into. He was into some freaky shit, having made love to more than one person at the same time more times than he could count. Never, in his thirty something years on this earth, did he think he'd watch his childhood best friend in such a scenario.

Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Laying aback, he was transfixed by your head bobbing up and down the loud squelching noise your mouth made on Steve’s cock, he couldn’t really see it but he had caught a glimpse of it in the locker room once. He knew it’d definitely be hard to suck. You seem to be doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell by the little, strained grunts escaping Steve’s mouth.

He adjusted his crotch to make room for his erection and then felt a blush creep up his cheeks and neck, because he really shouldn’t get excited over something like this.

“Uh, Steve, um...” he couldn’t speak, what was he supposed to say? “What? I’m, I mean...”

“What happened, Buck? I thought you’d enjoy watching my girl while she was on her knees,” he gritted, finally pulling your head off of him.

You felt butterflies somersault in your tummy at being called his. He had never done that before. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, proud to be officially his.

“Since you don’t mind ogling her,” he spat.

Bucky sat up straight, take aback, definitely not expecting such accusations and to be caught. He thought he was subtle about it, he did look at you and touch a bit too long for it to be considered appropriate. He flirted with you a bit more than he does with others, but that was only because you flirted back. He always assumed that it was harmless. You both weren’t doing anything wrong and Steve would never find out anyway.

With the way Steve was glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight and blonde brows furrowed together, he definitely regretted it..

...or maybe he didn’t.

Not if he was going to get a show out of it.

“Steve,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course I looked at her. How could I not.” He growled, looking at your direction as you made yourself small by hugging Steve’s calf - wary of his intense gaze. “Besides she’s not yours.” he smirked as Steve’s jaw dropped.

“I just fucking told you she’s mine.” he dismissed him, looking down at you.

“Making her blow you at work and buying her tacky things doesn’t make her yours. That’s not how you treat a lady or did you forget everything your ma taught you?” he stated. “Really, doll? I think you can do better than him.”

Pulling you up by slipping his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you stood up straight, your knees wobbly and sore. “Turn around,” Steve ordered and you followed, turning towards Bucky.

This did not go as Steve had wanted it to. His plan was to scare Bucky off, but he should’ve known his best bud would not go down without putting up a fight. His hands caressed and smoothed over your sides.

He pulled up your skirt, even though you feebly tried to fight his hands off, spreading your weeping lips with his fingers he gave Bucky a nice view of your pussy. “She’s got a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” Steve gritted, studying his friend’s face.

“She definitely does,” he replied, arousal seeping into his voice.

“Shame you’ll never get to touch it,” he taunted, pinching your clit as you keened, holding onto his wrist, your thighs quivering. “She doesn’t wear any panties because I told her so. Bet she’s not wearing a bra either, are you, baby?” he asked, he knew the answer - he could clearly see it but he wanted to show Bucky.

“No,” you let out a shaky exhale as his fingers smeared your juices around your bundle of nerves, his finger nudging at your entrance before slipping in. You tried to hold back your moans, you really did, you were on edge with someone observing you like that but you couldn’t stay quiet. Not when he played you so expertly with his fingers.

But then he withdrew his hand, giving your ass a harsh slap, “No what?”

“No - no, sir,” you heaved.

“That’s right,” he hummed, playing with the patch of hair above your mould, “Now, remove your clothes. Hurry, I don’t have all day. I’m a busy man.” He sat back, letting you do the work for a bit.

You furiously shook your head, peering at your boss over your shoulder, pleading him with your eyes.

“Let’s give Bucky here a good look at you. What’s the point of having such a pretty slut if I can show her off from time to time. I won’t ask twice.” He stated, matter-of-factly.

And because you knew what happens when you disobey him, you followed. Wiggling your hips side to side to step out of your pencil skirt. Before undoing the buttons of your silk blouse and letting it slip over your shoulders. You were about to step out of your heels - mostly because they weren't not making this ordeal any easier.

“No, keep the heels on.” Bucky said. His tone not nearly as demanding as Steve’s but you listened anyway. A part of you wanted to please him. You shifted on one foot to other, left only in your Louboutins and the tiffany’s necklace and earrings Mr Rogers had got you when you first deep throated him.

“You weren’t kidding, Rogers,” Bucky praised, unabashedly looking over your nude body, licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. “Play with your breasts for me, doll.” He asked. He knew he couldn’t touch them, no matter how bad he wanted to, but making you do it was the next best thing.

Your hands travelled of their own accord, holding onto your heavy breasts and the massaging them, lifting them up before you rubbed both your nipples with your fingers, “Like this, sir?” you asked, as if you didn’t know any better.

Bucky felt himself almost burst in his pants, like a goddamn teenager when you said that. “Jesus, Steve, you really hit the lottery with this one.”

“Mm-hm,” Steve hummed, easing two thick fingers into your heat, his other hand squeezed your titts, you gasped and squirmed, trying to squeeze your legs shut while letting out little mewls. “She’s so responsive too.”

“Alright, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you without giving you that sweet release, no he had much better plans, “Now, you’re gonna ride my cock like the good little whore you are. Can you do that?”

“No!” you panicked.

Because: A – he was hung like a horse. It was impossible to ride him while you were on top where you could feel all of him.

And B – you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that in front of another man, even if the idea sounded tempting, there’s no way you could perform under that kinda pressure.

Steve made a ‘tch' sound, shaking his head despondently “You’re making me look bad, princess,” he sighed.

“I - I’m just nervous,” you made the mistake of looking over to Bucky, the huge budge in his pants and his lust blown eyes and making you shiver.

“Don’t forget, slut, you wanted this.” He reminded you.

You clenched your eyes shut. You did. You had asked for a threesome with Bucky, because fuck he was almost as hot as your man, and Mr Rogers had spanked you raw as punishment. You weren’t able to sit for an entire week after that. You knew he wouldn’t say yes and were anticipating some sort of punishment so it was a win-win for you. You never thought he’d take your request seriously.

“I did,” you agreed.

Taking a deep breath, you held Bucky’s gaze, there nothing to be scared of or to be intimidated by, it was just Bucky, he seems to be the one who is taken with you. You hold the power here.

You lowered yourself till you were hovering over his hard cock, gripping the base of it and easing it into your cunt. Your movements slow and deliberate. If you did it properly there was no reason for it to hurt.

You sighed when he was fully sheathed inside you, putting most of your weight on his thighs and leaning back till his front was flush against your naked back.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you,” he rambled, drawing patterns on your clit as you wailed, the sensations wrecking havoc on your, already sore pussy. “Move, sweetheart,” he tapped on your hip, his tongue peeking out to lick a tear off your cheek.

You nodded and sniffled, you didn’t even realise you had started crying. Holding onto his upper thighs for support and looking back at Bucky you pull yourself up just a little bit while Bucky palms his cock through his dark jeans.

You set a steady pace, your breath hitching every time his head brushed against your cervix. Your titts bouncing in tandem with your hips.

“Such a good girl,” Steve kept praising you, trying his best to hold back his climax, there was no way he was going before you. Pressing kisses on your back, which was covered with a sheen of sweat, “You’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby, just a little more. Are you almost there?” he cooed.

You nodded, Bucky, your sir, everything around you slipped into a abyss as your orgasm washed over you.

He rutted his hips into yours, his sac slapping against your ass as filled you up with his spend as your pussy flutter around him. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, releasing in his pants soiling his briefs and his jeans. His groaning pulling Steve out of his haze.

Calling out your name, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “Your work here is done. Go back to your desk, I have an important meeting with Bucky. You can take off early, I’ll see you at home.” He told you. “And you better not clean yourself up. I want you full you of my cum so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

“Bu – but it’ll slip out! There’s so much of it!”

“Then you clench that pussy real tight.” He ordered you as you nodded, pulling his soft cock out of you, you contracted your muscles so none of his cream would spill.

Slipped your skirt and blouse on you headed for the door before coming back and collecting your note pad, “Oopsie,” you giggled, feeling their eyes on your behind as you swayed your hips and walked back to your desk.

You typed away at your desk and waiting for the day to be over. Maybe you could convince Steve to eat his cum out of you. If you could get him to give you an almost threesome you can definitely make him do that.

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PWP Masterlist

part two

All In (ao3) - ifitwasribald bruce/everyone 2k

Summary: Turns out Bruce isn’t that good at strip poker. But it also turns out that that’s just fine with him.

Go Time! (ao3) - Agent C (arh581958) steve/tony E, 3k

Summary: Tony is the average teenage omega Avenger. He's smart. He's handsome. He's talented. He also happens to be dating the hottest alpha in the whole school. He just received his latest mission: Steve was in rut!

(Or: How to Take Care of an Alpha in Rut - 'cause too many ABO stories have helpless omegas and Tony isn't one of them.)

Hand-Me-Down (ao3) - pottyweepotter clint/tony, bruce/tony, clint/tony/hulk E, 2k

Summary: Bruce's toy is a hand-me-down, so its elastic is a bit loose, but Clint enjoys playing with it anyway.

Original kinkmeme prompt: "After years of slutty behavior, Tony's ass is worn out and gapes wide open. His partner finds this really hot, even if they're always complaining that they have to jam their hand or a toy in alongside their cock to get enough friction to come, and love to play with his hole in ways that emphasizes its looseness."

harder, better, faster, stronger (ao3) - ness (nessismore) bucky/darcy/steve E, 3k

Summary: When Steve says, "We should have sex," what's Darcy supposed to say? No?

Have you no idea that you're in deep? (ao3) - theladyingrey42 steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky wanted Steve to understand. The future could feel fucking awesome.

At least when it was vibrating in your ass.

I swear to god that I was thinking about the summer (ao3) - suzukiblu sam/bucky E, 3k

Summary: “Goddammit,” Barnes says, grimacing. “You were supposed to be the easy target.”

“Yeah, no, he’s three doors down,” Sam replies wryly, jerking his head towards the door. “But it’s not a trick question, man, I’m just asking what you want.”

“Sex,” Barnes says.

“Yes,” Sam says, expression dry. “I was here for that part of the conversation.”

Orders came for sailing (ao3) - Ark steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: Bucky drops into the trench. It’s pitchy black, and he’s good; there’s no warning save the displacement of air. Steve is wedged into a sentry stance beneath the earth, on guard and half-awake, when he feels Bucky come in like wind.

“What’s the secret password?” stage-whispers Steve.

“It’s ‘fuck off.’” Bucky displaces more air, wending Steve-wards. “Didn’t wanna startle you. Hoped you were gettin’ some sleep. You don’t sleep enough, Steve.”

“Whose fault is that?” Steve says, smiling under the ground in the dark. “C’mere.”

Predilections (ao3) - windsweptfic bucky/steve/tony E, 1k

Summary: Irredeemable OT3 smut. No plot whatsoever.

Size America (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony E, 4k

Summary: Fill for CapKink Prompt http://capkink.livejournal.com/810.html?thread=342058#t342058

"Steve was well-endowed before he became a soldier, enough so that Bucky made jokes about it. After getting the serum, he's found that he's even grown there — and so has his libido, but he's terrified of sex, afraid he'll hurt someone, if not with his strength then with his dick.

Tony only needs to catch one glance at Steve changing before he's decided that yeah, he wants a piece of that. He just needs to convince Steve it's a good idea.

Small (ao3) - thelegendarymistermiguel steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: Steve can't get enough.

Spoiled Rotten (ao3) - kehinki steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: It doesn't take a whole lot of convincing to get Steve to call him 'daddy'.

Stumbling Home (ao3) - SidheRa clint/natasha E, 61k

Summary: or, Things to Do in New York when You've Been Injected with Sex Pollen

Taking (ao3) - ifitwasribald steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Shameless smut with nothing remotely resembling a plot.

The One Where Tony Is The Meat In A Supersoldier Sandwich (ao3) - WhisperElmwood bucky/steve/tony E, 11k

Summary: Alternatively titled: 'What Crawled Up Tony's Ass?'

Tony spends three hours with a plug up his ass battling knock-off Chitauri robots in Central Park, then Steve and Bucky find out and, well, things go from there really.

Unfurl Your Gown (ao3) - theladyingrey42 steve/tony E, 8k

Summary: "I feel ridiculous." Steve scowls at his drink and pretends he's not shifting just to feel the skirt against his thighs.

you can't take heart and soul (ao3) - endofadream steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: The way he arches is a thing of beauty: the late-afternoon light paints the wall in slanting tones of faded yellow, casting half of Bucky’s face in shadow. It highlights the arch of his cheekbones, the sculpted hollow of his cheeks. The fanned flutter of his lashes when he closes his eyes.

God. Steve had almost forgotten how good Bucky sounds when he begs. Breathy, a little high-pitched. Every bit Steve’s.

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Surveillance Sucks

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader     Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Smut, fluff - NSFW 18+ Only!

Prompt: Oct 3 - Oral Sex  

A/N: This is for HBC’s Kinktober! @the-ss-horniest-book-club​

Surveillance sucked. Six days in and you still hadn’t gleaned the information needed. Luckily, your quarry was out for the day and it was Sam’s turn to follow them. Unfortunately, you were stuck in a tiny apartment with the biggest jackass you had ever met, Bucky Barnes.

Bucky had gone to check on the equipment and add a few more mics to the apartment across the alley that the two men you were surveilling stayed. Having the apartment to yourself you decided to indulge in one of the only luxuries of the place, a long, hot shower. You took your time washing, shaving, and just enjoying the pounding of the heated water against your body. After all, it was the only pounding you were likely to get any time soon. Sam having a girlfriend and Bucky being a jackass. Not that you’d mind banging Bucky. He was gorgeous, hot, sexy, and a lot of other words you could think of, but the first one that usually came to mind in regards to him was asshole. 

You weren’t sure what it was about you that seemed to set him off every time you were nearby, but he clearly could not stand you from the beginning of your time with them. In the three months since, you’d learned to reciprocate his acerbic personality and sassed him regularly setting his teeth on edge each time. 

You finish your shower, cover yourself in your favorite lotion, and wrap a towel around you. Opening the door, you see Bucky had returned. 

“About fucking time.” Bucky mutters. 

“Eat me, Barnes.” You sass as you walk to the bedroom. You are rummaging through your pack when the door swings open. 

“What did you say to me?” Bucky glares at you. 

“Eat me, jackass.” You flip him off before turning back to your pack. 

“You shouldn’t make offers you won’t follow through with.” Bucky crosses his arms and leans on the jamb.

Reining in a smirk you say, “I don’t, Barnes.”

“You really gonna tempt me like that?” Bucky growls. 

Slowly, you turn and eye him, “Yeah, I am.” Staring into his eyes, you drop your towel and put your hands on your hips. 

Bucky is to you in a stride, grabs you by the waist, and throws you on the bed. His hands push your legs apart roughly and his mouth goes straight to your core. 

“Fuck Bucky!” You shout as he runs his tongue over your clit. You grab his hair and pull him more firmly against you. He eats like a starving man, licking, sucking, tongue fucking, and occasionally nipping at you. You are dripping within minutes and Bucky slips two fingers in causing your back to arch. ”Oh, fuck, it’s good, Bucky.”

Bucky growls against you as he licks over your clit while fucking in and out of you with his fingers curled. The coil in you tightens as each sensation overwhelms your senses. You pull your knees up, spreading yourself wider for him. Bucky’s metal hand squeezes your ass as he laves over your clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” Your entire body jerks as the coil in you snaps and your orgasm washes over you. 

When you come down from your high, Bucky is standing beside the bed staring down at you. Leaning up on your elbows, you look at him curiously. Realizing he’s waiting for you to make a move you sit up on your knees and look up at him. Grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up, you say, “Strip. I want to see you.”

Bucky’s eyes stay on yours as he pulls his shirt off. You make quick work of his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. He pushes them off his hips and steps out of them. Your eyes rove over him. He’s even more beautiful than you imagined and his well-endowed cock is standing at attention only inches from you. Wrapping your hand around him, you bring your lips to his tip and run your tongue over it. He inhales a sharp breath and you lick the underside of his cock as you work him in and out of your mouth. 

Bucky’s breathing is ragged, but he hasn’t touched you or said anything. It was time to break him. Relaxing your jaw you take his cock fully in and down into your throat. Your nose grazes him and it’s then he lets out a moan. You rock back and forth slowly, dragging out the pleasure.

“Jesus, fuck, Doll.” He grabs your hair and holds you against him. “Fuck, is that what you want? Want me to fuck your throat?”

You garble an indiscernible answer against his thick length. Pulling back, Bucky slides out of your mouth. “Wanna try that answer again?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck my throat. Keep giving me orgasms like that and you’re welcome to fuck me any way you want, Barnes.”

“Bucky.” He growls pulling your hair to force you up closer to his face. “Say it.”

“I said it earlier.”

“Say it again. Now.” His lips hover over yours.

“Bucky.” 

He crashes his lips into yours and you readily open for his tongue. He dominates the kiss and you submit to him. Surprising him and yourself a bit. When you separate he looks you full in the face, “As much as I’d love to fuck your throat right now, I’d rather fuck you and watch this pretty face when you come all over my cock.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You ask wide-eyed.

“I think you’re fucking gorgeous.” Bucky says, pushing you down on the bed. “So fucking gorgeous. Wanted you since I first laid eyes on you.” Bucky grabs your hips and slides himself up and down your slit before stilling. “Is this okay?”

“Yes, I’m on the pill. Please.” You’re so worked up at Bucky’s confession that you can hardly contain yourself. Bucky smiles down at you and begins to push in slowly. “Bucky, please! It’s been too long. Please, I need it. Harder.”

“Are you begging me, Doll?” Bucky teases. 

“Yes, fuck. Please!” You whine. 

Bucky grabs your legs and drapes them over his arms before slamming into you. 

“Yes!” You cry. Bucky’s thrusts are relentless and exactly what you needed after the dry spell you’d been in. Your hand snakes down to your clit, eager to hurry your orgasm along. 

“So impatient.” Bucky chuckles batting your hand away and replacing it with his own. He wanted your orgasm to come from him and only him. It takes no time for you to near the edge and your moans increase as you do.“You gonna come for me, Doll?” Come all over my cock like a good girl?” 

“Yes. Fuck, fuck!” You fall over that edge; your entire body going taunt as the pleasure jolts through you. Your walls clench around Bucky milking him of his own release but his eyes never stray from your face as he watches you break apart.

Wrapped in each other as you both recover, you can’t help yourself from asking, “So, why do you dislike me so much?”

“I don’t dislike you.”

“Coulda fooled me.”

“New person. New situation, You flirted with Sam first.” Bucky shrugs as he admits his feelings quietly. 

“Are you...are you kidding? I flirted with Sam first?” You giggle and roll on top of him. “Whoever I flirted with first, you were always my top choice.”

“Really?” A little insecurity showing through. 

“Really. Maybe we can be a little friendlier to each other now?” You smirk. 

“Maybe we can be a little more?” Bucky asks. 

“I can work with that.” You smile as you lean in to kiss him. “Mmm, now I need another shower.”

“Mind if I join you?” 

“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

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📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" Pt 8

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, predatory behavior, teacher/student, bathroom use control, humiliation, omorashi

Summary: Bucky Barnes is young, confused, and conflicted - a real "rebel without a cause" type. His parents ship him off to Steve's reform school to help him get straightened out into a "proper young omega."

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Part 8

"Extended Suppressant Use in the Omega Patient: a literature review" (Mueller et al. 2019)

The bathroom incident does not give Steve high hopes of an easy first week with Barnes. Many new students wind up requiring extra attention in their early days at the school, so Steve is honestly surprised when he isn’t paged that Tuesday with a similar fiasco. He’s outright impressed when Wednesday and then most of Thursday passes by with no incidents, either. Whatever Sharon’s doing, it must be working well. 

Steve can’t say he doesn’t think about the boy regardless. He can’t help but remember their encounter in the bathroom; holding him down and dominating him into submission, pressing on his belly until he finally lost control. The sounds of the boy’s sweet whimpers are burned into Steve’s memory, the earthy and lightly floral hints of his scent still so easy to draw up in his mind. It’s a good thing that this is a busy week for Steve, otherwise he’d hate to think of how much more preoccupied he’d be by thoughts of his new omega charge. 

As it is, his schedule is chock full, his time eaten up with all of his normal headmaster duties (which are considerable), seeing through the end stages of the Academy’s formal division between the girls’ and boys’ sides, and a renovation that they’ve got going on in the south wing corridor. All of that, coupled with the small squabbles that Peggy manages to come up with on an almost daily basis, helps to keep Steve’s mind occupied. And on top of everything, there’s still a lot to be done for the upcoming parents’ weekend. 

He spends most of that Thursday morning dealing with matters directly related to the event that is, in essence, their biggest fundraiser of the year. All day, he's coordinating with his faculty; making sure that everything’s been ordered, scheduled, and arranged just how it needs to be to give the right impression to their guests, provide the right experience.

It’s crucial that all of the right people be well taken care of over the three day weekend, in order to ensure that their endowments to the school keep flowing in. Steve liaises with his staff over the details of the family picnic, the various assemblies and presentations that will be made, the planned activities for each afternoon and dinners that’ll be hosted each evening, and—perhaps most important of all—the formal presentation ball that caps off the weekend of festivities. This year they’re having a few ice sculptures flown in from Edinburgh. Silly in Steve's view, but a classic touch of extravagance that the guests will appreciate.

European nobility, old-money aristocrats, and even some high profile celebrities have been known to show up to the school’s annual matchmaking ball, always seeking amenable, traditional omega mates for themselves. And when your guest lists regularly include names like Vanderbilt, Kennedy, and Stark, good first impressions become very expensive and very necessary. Last term, a Greek shipping heir worth billions had scooped up one of the graduating class’ students, and once news of that had gotten around, enrollment for the next semester skyrocketed.

Steve takes great pride in the academic education provided by his school, but he’s also a realist: He knows that parents place high value on the promise of even a chance for their offspring to be so suitably matched. That, along with the behavioral outcomes the school is known for achieving, is a big reason why many families elect to send their sons to Carter Academy over other, similar schools on the continent. 

With so much to get done, Steve doesn’t get around to eating his lunch that day until well into the afternoon. He eats alone at his desk—a decision that has very little to do with the fact that he can monitor the school’s video surveillance system from his desktop computer. It’s not because he wants to check up on Bucky and hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the kid since Monday. Nope, not at all. Steve always uses the camera system to check in on the happenings around campus, it’s nothing new. And it’s good practice, anyway. A headmaster needs to be involved in his school for it to run smoothly. 

If Bucky’s seventh period class is gym, and the gymnasium is the first area Steve decides to check, well that’s just happenstance. 

He logs into the system and scrolls through the long list of camera views. He has the most heavily trafficked areas bookmarked, but there are hundreds to choose from, every inch of the Academy’s buildings and grounds monitored by the StarkTec cameras.

Carter Academy has its own dedicated security team to keep an eye on things, of course. Rollins and his men do a very good job of making sure the close to three hundred hormonal teenage boys that the school houses stay in line. Every year there are inevitably fights, students caught in each other’s bedrooms at the wrong hours for the wrong reasons, or a few runaways who gravely underestimate the distance and terrain between Carter Academy and the nearest town. Nothing that isn’t always quickly remedied, but parents appreciate the close eye that Steve and the rest of his administration are able to keep on their children at all hours of the day. 

He navigates to the camera views of the gymnasium and sports complex. The majority of students get scheduled for some sort of physical activity at the end of each school day. Exercise is important for omega bodies, and the gym period is thus positioned after all academic lessons have concluded, to allow for the running off of excess energy. It’s a time when their Handlers can take their well-deserved breaks. With only Mr. Odinson and the other Phys-ed staff looking after so many boys, gym period can get quite chaotic, and it predictably takes Steve a few moments to locate Bucky in the throng. 

Eventually he sees him: loitering off to one side of the indoor soccer field, half heartedly kicking a ball back and forth with the Parker boy. He’s changed into his gym uniform, though he hardly seems to be exerting himself. Rather, he’s in deep conversation with Parker, which Steve is happy to see. Every first year student coming into Carter Academy usually struggles at first, but it’s always a good sign when they make friends quickly. Parker, who can normally be found bouncing off the complex’s obstacle courses, seems to have dialed it down a notch to hang out with Bucky, the two of them talking animatedly between themselves. Steve even catches Bucky smiling a time or two, which lifts his hopes that the kid will assimilate well into his new routine. Perhaps this won’t be as hard as he’d imagined.

“Sir?” 

He flicks off the monitor when his secretary knocks at the door. “Yes?”

“Ms. Carter here to see you, Sir.”

Sharon comes in, and the two of them hold their pre-planned meeting about Barnes’ first days on campus and how Sharon has assessed his needs so far. Barnes is attitudinal, but Sharon seems to be amused by him, more than anything else. She hands over her recommendations for protocol, telling Steve that she’s not sure a male handler wouldn’t be in the boy’s best interest. 

“Oh?” Steve raises an eyebrow as he’s perusing her checkmarks along the list. “Why do you say that?”

“You’ve seen what a handful he can be,” Sharon drawls. “Not that I don’t think I can handle him, but he responds more submissively to the male staff, and I think he’s primarily same-sex oriented.”

“You think?” Bucky’s transcripts from his old school had noted that he was equally as promiscuous with boys as he was with girls.

“Yes. And after Monday’s bathroom incident, I think he might do better with a man.” At the mention of ‘the bathroom incident’, Sharon fixes him with a meaningful look. “He responded well with you.”

Steve nods, flipping through the assessment packet. “Yes, well I am the headmaster. They tend to kowtow faster to me.” He tries to think of which male Handlers he has available at the moment. Typically, he doesn't over-prioritize students’ attractions when placing them with a Handler, as romantic attachment is something to be avoided at all costs, but if it’s a behavioral issue that can be corrected with something as simple as the gender of an assigned Handler, then Steve will consider it. “Thank you Sharon,” he tells her, once they’ve wrapped up the meeting. “It sounds like he’s doing alright, so I’ll keep him with you for now.”

“You’re the boss.”

“Alas, yes.” Steve sighs and so does Sharon, mocking him in a friendly sort of way. When she heaves a genuinely heavy inhale and declares that she has to 'get back to the grind', Barnes’ seventh period is almost over, Steve steps in. “Why don't I take him off your hands for the evening?” he suggests. Sharon looks pleased, but not overly surprised, her knowing smirk making Steve feel the need to defend himself, “It’s been a few days now, I should check in with him.”

“Sure.”

Steve frowns at her continued smug expression. “He’s got an appointment with the doc I need to escort him to, anyways.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Sharon is still smirking when she bids him farewell, leaving the office to take the rest of her day off. 

Steve huffs and rolls his eyes. Whatever. He’s not giving Bucky any more attention than he’d give any other troubled new student. He grabs the boy’s folder and rolls out from his desk, planning to head for the gymnasium complex and intercept him there.

… If he checks his reflection in the little mirror by the door on his way out, it’s only because he always does that and it's habit at this point. It’s the professional thing to do, to make sure one looks put together before heading back out in public. Certainly it doesn’t have anything to do with how he’s heading out to deal with Barnes. That’s just happenstance.

Seeing Bucky again after several days is refreshing, and seeing him being friendly with another student brings a literal smile to Steve’s face. This is a good sign. It bodes well for how Bucky will do adapting to his new life.

Peter Parker can be hyperactive and spirited, but he’s a sweet boy at heart with a solid head on his shoulders and a brain between his ears that he actually chooses to use more often than not. He’s done well in the Academy’s program, and he’ll be an excellent person for Bucky to attach himself to during his time here. Steve stands by the gymnasium door with a delighted smirk on his face, because he really couldn’t have chosen better himself. 

The boys still have a few minutes left to their gym period when Steve gets there, so he leaves them to their uninspired soccer ball kicking and goes to touch base with Odinson in the athletic director’s office. Thor is all smiles and has nothing negative to say about any of the boys, as per usual, and Steve thanks him and tells him to make a note that perhaps Barnes could be encouraged to put a little more effort in and try out the parkour courses or the rock walls with Parker, moving forward.

He intercepts Bucky just as he’s coming out of the locker rooms. His hair is curling at the edges after having showered (amusing—the boy was barely exerting himself) and changed back into his regular uniform. The relaxed expression falls right off of his face when he sees Steve standing there. “Oh,” he says, coming up short. “You.”

Steve smiles indulgently. “Yes, I’m afraid. Me.”

“Hey Bucky I’ll see you at dinner maybe?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky says distractedly, eyes still on Steve. “Sounds good.”

Parker heads off with his handler—Natasha, Steve notes, one of the very best and most dominant females he keeps on staff. "Making friends?" Steve asks.

Bucky ignores the question. “Why’re you here?” he asks mulishly, as Steve begins escorting him in the direction of the medical office. “Where’s Sharon?”

“Sharon’s taking a well-deserved break,” Steve drawls. "She and I had a progress meeting about you in my office, just now.” 

Bucky gets tightlipped then and doesn’t say anything, but Steve can see the wheels and cogs turning in his head as he wonders what was said about him. “She had mostly good or neutral things to report,” Steve offers, figuring the boy could use some reassurance. “But of course, I already knew from our interaction on Monday that you're having some difficulties adapting to school protocol.”

Bucky scowls at the floor as they walk. “Just because I don’t like pissing in front of people every day,” he grumbles. “At least we get some privacy to shit around here. Go figure.”

Steve laughs, then decides to strike the fear of God into the boy by remarking, “Oh, that’s a privilege that can be stripped away, too, if needed,” as they approach the end of the hall where the medical offices are. Bucky’s eyes shoot up to him, wide as saucers, and Steve snickers. “Yeah, I know. A true case of a ‘this is going to hurt me more than it’s going to hurt you’ punishment, that’s for certain.”

Bucky all but ‘meeps!’ and Steve snickers and puts a hand on his back to guide him into the office. “Appointment for James Barnes,” he tells the receptionist, who immediately starts checking the computer screen.

Bucky turns on Steve, leery, as he gets a look at their surroundings. “What’s going on? Why are we here?”

Steve ignores him until he’s gotten the go ahead from the receptionist and is guiding Bucky back towards one of the exam areas. “Just a check up. Standard practice for incoming students.” He pushes Bucky into the curtained off area and draws the curtain around to Bucky’s squawks of protest.

“What?! I don’t need to see anybody. I’m totally healthy.”

“That’s the goal. But we need to get you checked out, make sure there’s nothing that needs addressed.” Bucky opens his mouth to complain again, but Steve beats him to the chase, bending to pick him up by the waist and depositing his protesting butt onto the exam table. “Sit.”

“Hey!” Bucky’s scowling, but Steve doesn’t miss the light flush in his face at having been manhandled and reminded of his size and comparative weakness in the face of an alpha like Steve. He doesn’t try to get off the table at least, only shifting in annoyance and making the paper cover crinkle under his butt. “Could’a done it myself,” he grumbles.

Steve shakes his head fondly. “We need to get you examined. Behave, or I’ll have no problem with disciplining you while you’re under my care." Bucky goes tight-lipped at that. Steve nods in satisfaction. "Good."

“When’s Sharon coming back?”

“I told you: she’s been given a well-deserved night off. You’re with me until bedtime, young lady.” 

“Don’t call me that.”

Steve sighs and shakes his head. What might’ve been considered affectionate a generation ago, now elicits only indignation and pushback. It’s sad. “Just behave for the doctor, will you?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything, but when the nurse arrives and introduces herself, he’s generally obedient as she runs through his medical history with him. He speaks more quietly when answering the questions about his sexual health, but Steve doesn't get the sense that he's lying—only that he doesn't want Steve to overhear. (Steve still hears everything, including the boy's very reluctant answer of having had "thirty something" past sexual partners).

Far from evoking displeasure, it mostly just makes Steve sad for the boy. Omegas may have very high sex drives, but they don't fare well in promiscuous situations. Bucky's lack of a reliable partner is probably one of the major contributors to his present mental health issues.

Steve remains quiet and allows Bucky his illusion of privacy on the other side of the curtained off area. The nurse listens to Bucky's heart and lungs, charts his blood pressure and other vitals, and takes a blood draw. It isn’t until she hands him a privacy sheet and tells him to undress below the waist that he kicks up a fuss. “What?"

“The doctor will be right in to do the pelvic exam.” 

“What? No. Why?!”

Used to tantrums, the nurse completely disregards him and looks to Steve. “Headmaster?”

“I’ve got him.” The nurse nods and leaves, and Bucky starts to move to try and get off the exam table. Steve rolls his eyes and goes over and pushes him back into place. “Not so fast, son. Now if you can’t behave we’ll have to do this the hard way.”

“What’s the hard way?”

“Strapped face down on a bench,” he tells him, no-nonsense (though really, that's the easier way for omegas. He just knows Bucky will fight it more). “And that'll earn you a guaranteed spanking in my office, after.”

Bucky growls an angry little omega growl at him, “Why do I have to do this? What’s the friggin’ point?!” 

With his hands clamped on Bucky’s shoulders, Steve bends down and gets in his face. “Because you were popping suppressants for two years, Honey. That stuff can cause all sorts of problems.”

“No it can’t!” 

Steve ignores him and gives him a warning look to keep him in place. He reaches down and pulls one of the exam table’s metal stirrups out, which makes the kid even more visibly upset.

When Steve reaches under the skirt of his uniform to get his underwear down, Bucky growls and tries to kick him, nearly kneeing him right in the nose. Oh. That does it. Steve gives up on playing nice, standing up and grabbing him, using one hand to scruff him while he wraps the other around his waist. “Okay, bud. That was your one chance. If you’re gonna be difficult, we’ll do it your way. Let’s go.” 

“Nngh! Lemme go!”

“Calm down, Honey. Stop fighting, it’s not going to work.” 

The kid whimpers and goes limp for a few seconds from the endorphins of the scruff, but still wiggles in Steve’s arms once he’s manhandled him into the next exam room over—where there’s an exam bench quite similar in function to a traditional spanking bench. Bucky balks when he sees it. “No! Wait!” It takes laughably little effort to get the boy face down on the bench. Steve gets him strapped to it, and by the time he’s removing his underwear and securing his ankles, all the fight has left Bucky and he’s begging instead. “Please, Mr. Rogers. I’m really sorry.”

Steve grabs the room’s extra chair and pulls it over to sit by his head. “I know Buck. This won’t take long. Just try to relax.”

“Please lemme up. I’m sorry. I’ll go back. I’ll do it the other way, I will!”

“Can’t do that, Sweetheart. We need to check that everything’s alright and you’ve proven to me that you can’t be trusted to hold still.” He might’ve considered the request to go back and ‘do it the other way’, if he didn’t already know full well that the prone position is much more soothing for omegas to be in. “This’ll be better,” he promises. “It’ll help you stay relaxed. It feels nice to be strapped in like this, yeah?”

“But I don’t want tooo,” Bucky whines, not refuting Steve’s statement, and with less fight in him as he realizes that he’s been stripped of all control. “It’s embarrassing.”

Steve smiles sadly and pets his face. “It’s for your own good, Sweetheart. Something every omega has to do. The doctor’s just going to come in and use a tool to examine you and make sure everything’s alright. It’ll hardly take a minute.”

Bucky sniffles and turns his face into Steve’s hand, nuzzling his inner wrist and subconsciously seeking out the alpha’s scent for comfort. “Will it hurt?” he whispers.

Steve’s heart constricts—both at the question and the scenting behavior. “No, Honey. Of course not. Haven’t you ever had a reproductive health exam?” It’s supposed to be a standard part of healthcare after an omega’s first heat, but with only two beta parents in the home, Steve doesn’t know why he’s surprised. “It won’t hurt,” he reassures him. “Just relax down against the bench and be good from now on, and we won’t do a punishment spanking after, okay?”

“Really?” Bucky is clearly motivated by this promise, as he stops sniveling as much and nods when the doctor comes in. “Okay,” he says quietly, and Steve smiles and praises him,

“Good girl.”

The school’s doctor is a calm and friendly beta male, and though he doesn’t make any attempt to ascertain Bucky’s consent or opinion on what they’re doing there today, he does speak calmly to Bucky and talk him through each and every step of what happens, before it happens. Steve stays sitting right in front of Bucky the whole time, holding his hand and keeping his own wrist up by Bucky’s face so that the boy can continue to use his scent to self-soothe. 

Bucky goes red in the face as soon as the doctor flips his uniform up and starts palpating and examining his genitals. Even though Bucky's almost certainly trying his absolute best not to get aroused, the faint scent of slick still hits the air after only a moment or two, and he cringes and whines in embarrassment. "Hngh ..."

“It’s okay,” Steve murmurs, trying to placate him with the words and a gentle rumble in his chest. “It’s completely normal to have a reaction. The doc's used to it. No big deal.” Frankly, for an omega to be touched between their legs and not become aroused would be cause for concern. They’re so sensitive down there that it’s to be virtually expected. But Steve can tell that this is little comfort to Bucky, who goes even redder in the face when the doctor hums in agreement and makes an additional comment about Bucky's arousal responses being healthy. 

“I’m going to prep the speculum now,” he tells Bucky. “It’ll be cool and hard, but it won’t hurt you.”

Bucky whines in mortification, his eyes clenching shut. Steve shushes him and pets his hair, which he seems to like because he pushes into it and untenses somewhat. Steve knows the precise second that the speculum goes in though, because Bucky's eyes pop right back open and he makes a small, shocked sound of, “Oh!"

Steve cups his face and tries to keep his attention. “Hey, you’re doing so good,” he praises, swiping his thumb at the corner of the omega’s eye, right where an overwhelmed tear has broken out. “Doesn’t hurt, right?” 

Bucky trembles and shakes his head. “N-no.” He whimpers when the doctor does something from behind, and then his eyes go a little unfocused. “Oh …” The next time he whines, it’s verging a little closer to a moan of pleasure than one of sheer worry. “Ohnn… nngh, just … mmm, s’weird.”

Steve tuts sympathetically, slightly aroused himself at seeing Bucky react this way. He clears his throat and tries to remain professional. “I know, Sweetheart, I know it’s a lot. Just hang in there for me.” He meets the doctor’s eyes from over Bucky’s back, shooting him an anxious look. 

The doctor nods. “Everything seems fine, Headmaster Rogers. He’s just a little swollen.”

“Swollen?” Steve straightens, concerned. “Is it bad? He was on oral suppressants for about two years.”

The doctor smirks and shakes his head. “No, not that kind of swollen, Sir.” 

“Oh.” Steve’s shoulders untense. "I see." He's maybe read a few too many medical journal articles since Bucky told him on Monday that he'd been on suppressants. "Good. That's ... good."

The doctor hums and looks back down, examining Bucky for another long moment before humming in approval and removing the speculum. Bucky’s back slumps and he makes another tiny noise—this time one of relief. “Is it over?”

The doctor pats his hip with an approving nod. “He’s a healthy boy. Nothing to indicate any lasting effects from the medication.” Over Bucky’s back, he meets Steve’s eyes again. “The risk for complications doesn’t go up very high until after the five year mark. We’ll wait on his bloodwork, but I expect it’ll all come back normal.”

“Oh, good.” Steve can’t help but be relieved. He’s definitely read too many articles, seen too many students come through the school's infirmary with much more serious side effects. “So no chance of infertility?”

“Very low,” the doctor reassures, even as Bucky makes a hurt little sound of concern over hearing that possibility. The doctor rolls his stool out from behind Bucky, pulling off his exam gloves and tossing them in the waste bin. “Nope. He looks perfectly normal, Headmaster, both inside and out. From the state of things I’d say he’s about midway through his cycle. So you can expect a heat within the next two weeks.”

Steve nods. “Yes, he reported as much. He's used an app for tracking on his phone.”

“Oh. Would you email that data?” The doctor is already standing and heading for the curtain that divides their little area from the rest of the room. “It’ll be good to have in his records.” 

“Sure thing. Thanks, doc.”

“Of course.” At the edge of the exam area, he looks back at Steve. “Ahm … he’s fairly aroused right now.”

Steve smirks. “I know.”

“Right.” The doctor glances back at Bucky, then to Steve. “I can send one of the nurses in, if you have anywhere to be.”

Steve shakes his head and dismisses the man. “That’s alright. He’s mine for the evening. I’ll handle it.”

Reassured, the doctor nods and ducks out around the curtain. He’s barely gone for a second before Bucky’s shifting in place on the table. “Um, Mr. Rogers?”

Steve looks back down. Bucky is blinking at him, flustered and uncertain. Steve pats his shoulder. “You did really well, Bucky.” He stands up and goes behind him, over to the room’s glove dispenser. He pulls out one of the large sized nitrile gloves and pulls it on. “How’re you feeling?”

“Uhm. Okay.” Bucky can’t see him from his position, so he wiggles impatiently. “Can you help me to, erm, get off of here?”

“Hmm.” Steve walks over and sits on the doctor’s abandoned rolling stool. He rolls to Bucky’s side, popping into his field of vision and giving him a knowing look. “You sure you don’t want help with this first?” At ‘this’, he lets his gloved hand touch Bucky’s flank, edging closer to his exposed backside. He watches as the boy's eyes widen and his cheeks colors anew. “It’s okay to ask for help,” he reassures. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.” 

“I’m not embarrassed,” Bucky lies. 

Steve arches an eyebrow. “You sure? Masturbation isn’t allowed. Did you remember that rule? You need to ask the staff if you need release.”

Bucky huffs angrily. “Why not? Why do we have to ask you guys? Why can’t we just—”

Steve taps his ass lightly, more to get his attention than anything else. “Submission, Honey. We’ve been over this already. That’s what everything here comes back to: learning to depend on somebody who can take care of you and give you what you need. You have strong sexual urges, and that’s okay. It’s completely natural. But you need to learn to turn to your alpha to get your needs met, otherwise they never fully will be.”

Bucky pouts. “You’re not my alpha.”

“That collar around your neck says different. And so does the paperwork your parents signed.” Bucky's face twists into a frustrated moue, stubborn little thing. Steve sighs. “Hey, I know you didn't choose this. I’m your official alpha right now, but one day you’ll find someone you actually want to be with, someone you want to marry and have a family with. All these rules you're learning are just to help you adopt healthy habits. So you can model correct relationship patterns.”

"I already do."

Steve snorts. "Honey, casually sleeping with 'thirty-something' people by your age is not a healthy relationship pattern."

"You just want us all to be lily white virgins."

Steve rolls his eyes as he rolls the stool farther back towards Bucky’s backside. "Certainly not. But hookup culture only serves irresponsible alphas and betas. It doesn't do anything to help you guys with your needs for bonding hormones."

"Another scientific study?" Bucky sneers.

"You got it." Steve looks down, a quick glance showing him what he already knew he’d find: a wet and swollen, little pink rim, clenching hard on nothing. He tuts sympathetically. "Oof. That looks painful."

“Hey, don’t … don’t look,” Bucky complains.

“Oh, hush.” Steve pats his butt—he really does have the sweetest little ass. “You’re very beautiful, Bucky. Every part of you is.”

That, right there, is Steve stepping over the line. Oh, he’s got no qualms about personally appreciating the form of an attractive young omega student, it’s only natural for him to find Bucky beautiful. What’s less appropriate is him commenting on it. Because, to be blunt, not every student in Steve’s care is traditionally attractive. Steve’s still responsible for helping them all equally, and thus it’s always been his policy to avoid complimenting students on their looks when possible. It avoids hurt feelings, subverts any competition between the students who are more naturally prone to jealousy over their shared Alpha headmaster.

But the words are out of his mouth before he can think better of it, and Bucky reacts obviously in the way that he flushes and squirms, instinctively pleased at being approved of in such a way. Steve decides that, since it’s just the two of them alone, he might as well let his guard down a little bit. Bucky’s shown a propensity for skewed thinking, after all, and he needs to be helped to form a positive self image. “You’ve got a lovely body, Buck. Even here.” At ‘here’, he lets his thumb dip a little further into his crack, not touching his hole, but pulling his cheek out enough to get a really good look at the sweet little clench of his rim. Steve hums appreciatively. “Just like the doc said: very healthy.”

Bucky whines and squirms. “Let me up.”

“I can do that. But you’re very wet, Honey.” Steve reaches down between Bucky's legs to glance fingers over his stiff little prick. “And hard.”

“Nnn.”

“You’re not going to have a very pleasant evening if I leave you like this. Are you sure you don’t want some relief?”

Bucky’s body stays tensed, his asshole blurting out more slick from Steve’s hand touching him even just that little bit. He seems to consider it as a real option for a moment, waffling over his decision, but eventually gets out a terse little, “No,” forcing himself to ignore what his body needs. “I don’t.”

“Really?”

“I don’t want you to do it,” he grits.

Steve sighs, not too surprised by that. Bucky’s still resentful of the one person who has complete authority over him. Steve'll probably be the last person he yields to. That’s the way it often goes with the bullheaded kids: they come around to their teachers first, Handlers second, and submit to Steve as their alpha last of all. It’s to be expected, but Steve can’t say he isn’t more disappointed than usual, in this case.

Because he isn't lying to the kid just to improve his self esteem: Bucky really is uncommonly beautiful. A handsome, small but strong boy who is exactly Steve’s preferred type when it comes to omegas. And his scent is … Well, all omegas smell lovely, but Bucky's scent is unusually fascinating.

Ever since that first day in Steve's office, when he'd submitted with such an easily provoked release, Steve’s wanted to get a better sense of him. This would have been the perfect chance to do that. Steve would’ve relished the chance to coax an orgasm out of him today, but if Bucky needs more time to truly relax into it, then he's willing to wait. Not like there won’t be plenty of opportunities in the future, once the boy's sexual urges have built up enough to have him eagerly submitting. 

Steve closes his eyes and takes one last, indulgent inhale of that spiced, floral scent that’s only made stronger by the arousal. Viburnum, he realizes. That’s what it reminds him of. It clings to the edges of the earthy undertones of Bucky's scent, enhancing it to something truly alluring. Regretfully, Steve pats his hip and rolls away on the stool. “Okay,” he says, trying not to let the disappointment come through in his voice. “That’s alright, Sweetheart. I’ll have the nurse sent in to help you.”

“What? No.” Bucky twists his head in the restraints once again to look back at Steve where he’s removing the medical glove and standing up. His eyes widen when he sees the blue glove going into the waste bin, not having realized that Steve had donned it, having literally been prepared to finger him to orgasm. His mouth works helplessly for a moment, open and shut in a loss for words. “I don’t want anybody to do it.”

Steve walks back around in front of him and crouches down to his level, fixing him with a doubtful look. “Well that’s your choice, Honey. But you still won’t be allowed to touch yourself, you do realize that? If you change your mind after lights out tonight, then you’ll have to wait all the way until tomorrow morning to get a staff member to give you any relief.”

Bucky pretends to be unaffected, but Steve can see the brief flash of panic in the boy’s eyes at the prospect of going that much longer without an orgasm. “Fine,” he says, putting on a brave face. “I don’t care.”

Steve isn’t a fool. He knows that Bucky is almost certainly planning to break the rules and touch himself at the first available opportunity. Still, some lessons can’t be taught until mistakes are made and bad behavior corrected, so Steve nods and stands up to start unbuckling the bench’s restraints. “Okay, your choice, bud." 

Bucky climbs off the bench once he’s able to, and Steve hands him his underwear to put on. His little prick is completely erect as he hurriedly pushes the uniform’s skirt back down, and he winces in discomfort as he pulls up the two layers of his underwear and gets them into place on his oversensitive body. “Ugh,” he huffs quietly. “Stupid.”

Steve chuckles, though he honestly feels more pity for the kid than anything. Bucky’s regret over having turned down an orgasm is so obvious it’s near palpable, his scent still rich with arousal. And just like Steve knows without a doubt that the back of the boy's underwear is already getting a wet spot, he also knows that he'll be checking the dormitory’s security feed later that night. With the level of certainty he has over Bucky’s plans to break the rules and touch himself, Steve figures he might as well start planning out what corrective measures they’ll inevitably be instituting as punishment.

“Come on,” he says, putting an arm around the kid’s shoulders and guiding him out of the room. “It’s dinner time. You must be getting hungry.”

Bucky says that he isn’t, but his stomach betrays him by growling loudly not two seconds after.

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How Sebastian Stan Went From Winter Soldier to 'Winter Swoldier'

To keep up with the Chrises, Stan upgraded his diet, training, and worldview. And 2020 is shaping up to be his best year ever.

BY LAUREN LARSON 

DEC 19, 2019

THE COFFEE-SHOP staff is having a silent meltdown. The peppermint tea I ordered was forgotten as soon as Sebastian Stan walked in. He orders a coffee, receives it instantly, and goes to put it down on a table. The lid isn’t fully on, and the coffee spills. It’s almost a “stars are just like us” moment, but then a barista suddenly materializes with a paper towel in his outstretched palm. “It’s wet,” he says eagerly.

Stan, 37, is wearing black shorts, a black T-shirt, midcalf black socks, and a gray hoodie missing its drawstring. He looks very off-duty SoHo, which he is: He’s back home in New York City on furlough from preparations for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, an extravagant collaboration between Marvel and newborn streaming service Disney+.

He’s also wearing a blue baseball cap, which sits slightly higher on his head than it might on the head of someone with less va-va-voom hair. That hair sent the Internet into a tizzy recently, when a poster for Falcon showed Stan with a short cut. In the past when Stan has played the Winter Soldier (né Bucky Barnes), he’s had shoulder-length hair. Next to his forehead, which is giant—the White Cliffs of Dover of foreheads—the longer style made him look very sinister.

Stan is somewhat less recognizable in street clothes, but women still side-eye him on their way to the bathroom. Maybe they recognize him; maybe he’s just a little too strapping not to be famous.

As Stan talks, he maintains an unsettling deadpan, verging on a glower. “People always ask me if I’m okay,” he says, still glowering. “They’ve said I have ‘serial-killer resting face.’ No matter what I do, I’ve always had dark circles under my eyes that never really go away. Lately there might be a little moisturizer happening here and there, just in case. Preserving a couple years, or whatever.”

The more reserved the actor, the more likely he is to become part of Hollywood mythology. Between Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) and Captain America: Civil War (2016), a rumor circulated that he had gotten too ripped for the arm he’d worn in the earlier film, a wraparound contraption meant to look like a machine prosthetic. Redditors called him “the Winter Swoldier” and “Bulky Barnes.”

Stan laughs when I bring it up and clarifies that he used a new-and-improved arm in each successive film. With the first iteration, he had to apply lube to slide his real arm into what was essentially two rigid metal tubes. “It was like having a massive hammer attached to me,” he says, “but it looked unbelievable in the movie, and it actually informed a lot of my body language.”

Subsequent arms were more mobile, and Stan doesn’t have to lube up to get in there anymore: There’s a sleeve inside the arm for his next appearance as the Winter Soldier. But, he concedes, he did get too big for the arm used in Civil War. “I was so insecure being around these massive fucking guys, so I started lifting really heavy and ate a lot. I remember I showed up, and I was a little bit bigger than I had been in The Winter Soldier. The arm was a bit tight,” he says. “I was losing circulation.”

Stan is not a new arrival in the Marvel universe: He made his superhero debut in 2011, with Captain America: The First Avenger. But recently he’s enjoyed a burgeoning late-term fandom as his roles (and arms) have ballooned. Beyond Marvel, he starred alongside Margot Robbie in 2017’s I, Tonya, as Tonya Harding’s jackass boyfriend. When we meet in October, he’s just returned from shooting the spy film 355 in London, with Jessica Chastain, Penélope Cruz, Lupita Nyong’o, and Diane Kruger. Another insecurity-inspiring roster.

With Stan’s constellation of anxieties—he says he’s “terribly self-aware, to the point of detriment”—he is uniquely suited to stardom in 2020. A decade ago, audiences wanted actors to be pillars of Hollywood hubris, strutting around in latex Marvel suits, muscly and impenetrable. We still want the muscles, but we also want stars to be genuine.

Marvel films can seem at odds with that national craving for authenticity. Steve Rogers, for example, becomes Captain America instantly, in the first ten minutes of The First Avenger: He goes into a machine and emerges fit, huge, and self-actualized. I ask Stan whether that narrative—man gets muscles and immediately earns the admiration and attraction of everyone in his midst—isn’t a dated, unrelatable picture of masculinity.

“When I was watching Steve Rogers,” Stan starts in, “I saw him question his identity, his alliances, the government. ‘Who am I? What is this? What made me come into this is very different than the role I am in now.’ I think it was very timely, in the sense that you could see that character evolve. Then he gives up his shield and is like, ‘I’m out. I’m going to do my own thing.’ He chooses his own life. It’s actually more relatable.”

There’s an obvious metaphor there: Stan is Captain America, and stardom—and the press tours, the scrutiny, and the training that come with it—is his government, always invading his carefully fortified sense of self. As a result, he can appear very reticent in public, offering only occasional glimpses of the unguarded Sebastian Stan. Audiences live for those moments.

Stan is the anti-celebrity in the year of the anti-celebrity.

And his ambient hostility toward questioning is offset by the behavior of his Falcon costar Anthony Mackie. When alone in interviews, Stan can seem deflective and bored, but he gets an enormous kick out of Mackie, who has jumped in to rescue many an interviewer left to writhe on the hook by Stan. He is the Sebastian Stan whisperer, midwife to a charm that can be difficult to coax out.

“When I’m trying hard to find the honest moment, he sort of unlocks me a little bit. We both laugh and we find a way to have a good time,” Stan says. When I tell him that I’m planning to mine Mackie for gossip, he laughs. “Here’s what he’s going to say: ‘He’s way too serious. It’s boring. He slows everything down. It’s always these questions and, like, the stare. Give this kid a Yoo-hoo! Somebody get him a chocolate milk. Good God, put a smile on his face!’ ”

Mackie is the enthusiastic extrovert to Stan’s pensive recluse. Even though I reach him on the phone at 9:00 p.m. after a long day of shooting in Savannah—“I’m already going to bed,” Mackie says in a N’awlins drawl that sounds sleepier than usual—he’s forthcoming about Stan. He describes his costar as a hermit, a chronic Irish-goodbye-er who doesn’t offer much of himself at first. “If the FBI ever needed to get anything out of him, they’d be in very big trouble,” Mackie says. “I don’t know what the male equivalent would be of ‘resting bitch face,’ but Sebastian has nailed that 100 percent.”

His first impression, which lingered for a long time, was that Stan was a very quiet, very reserved actor. They shook hands when they met, but it wasn’t a buddy-com bromance at first sight. It wasn’t until much later, when the two were on a press tour for The Winter Soldier, that they hit it off. Mackie hung out with Stan and a few of his closest friends, and they “unlocked” Stan for Mackie the same way Mackie now unlocks Stan on press tours.

Their chemistry also plays well on set. They share a dedication to their work, and they both come from classical acting backgrounds. (“He went to Juilliard,” Stan says of Mackie. “He can do anything.”) Beyond that, they’re opposites, reining in each other’s moods to a perfect, workable middle. “He calms me down when I’m ready to rage against the machine,” Mackie says. In turn, Mackie bullies Stan into having fun.

Case in point: When they were on a press tour in Beijing, they had one of those endless nights that make press tours seem glamorous. “It just went on and on and on,” Mackie recalls. “We had to do press the next morning, and he’s like, ‘I’m going to bed.’ I’m like, ‘Nope.’ I took his wallet and his cell phone so he couldn’t get into his hotel room. Then, by the time we got to the press, I was fine. He just looked like he’d gotten hit by a car.”

Hollywood has always relished actor partnerships—from Robert Redford and Paul Newman to Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson—but now more than ever, buddying up feels like an imperative. Pairs perform, especially on social media. In November, when Stan and Mackie took over Marvel Studios’ Instagram to announce that they’d begun filming Falcon, fans were as thirsty for their friendship as they were for the show. Their dynamic is the stuff of memes: “[I] want someone to look at me the way Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie look at each other,” one fan tweeted.

I know what that fan meant. When Stan does look at you without suspicion—when, perchance, he laughs at something you say—it’s like winning a battle.

WHEN IT COMES to fitness, Stan has also benefited from the influence of a charismatic spirit guide. He played soccer and basketball at his Rockland County, New York, high school, but he didn’t start running and going to the gym until he was in college at Rutgers University. And he didn’t get really into fitness until 2005, when he was cast in a film titled The Covenant, which Stan calls “really classic.”

Really classic, indeed: The Covenant also stars Chace Crawford, whom Stan would later join on Gossip Girl (another classic), and Taylor Kitsch. Stan plays one of five prep-school boys endowed with supernatural gifts and sick abs.

“I got a call,” Stan says. “And one of the producers said to me, ‘Look, you’re going to have to look like John Travolta in Staying Alive.’ He’s just glistening with muscles. It’s ridiculous. I was like, ‘Oh my God.’ I started to work out with a trainer, but it was my buddy

Taylor Kitsch who got me into it.” With the trainer and Kitsch as his gym shepherds, Stan began exercising in earnest.

Then, in 2013, ahead of The Winter Soldier, Stan teamed up with trainer Don Saladino, who’d also sculpted Ryan Reynolds, John Krasinski, and Liev Schreiber. That same year, Stan starred in a Broadway revival of William Inge’s Picnic, playing a character whose defining trait is his hotness.

“Inge was writing something very important about vanity and how people were perceived in terms of being quote-unquote good-looking, beautiful, or pretty,” Stan said in a Playbill interview in 2013. “In the play, there’s something shameful and dirty about it. Our obsession with beauty has not changed. When we see something that turns us on, we either appreciate it or judge it. It’s so primal. We still dismiss people if they’re pretty; we don’t care how they feel, because they should just be happy looking the way they do. That’s something we were trying to say with this production.” Stan is less philosophical about his Picnic bod these days. “I had to be basically shirtless every night, like eight shows a week,” he says. “I really zoned in on diet, and everything transformed.”

He prefers exercising on an empty stomach, so he generally starts his day with coffee—and a rice cake with some almond butter and honey if he’s feeling depleted. Today he was feeling very depleted, he says, so he had some scrambled eggs with Brussels sprouts and aioli. “I’m not going to tell you the place where I got that,” he adds, unprompted and wary, as though I might start dining there daily in a stalker vigil.

Stan is a proponent of “quality over quantity,” but that doesn’t mean he skimps on his workouts; he just knows that a 20-minute session that catapults his heart rate into the red zone is as effective as an hour of low-intensity bullshit. He runs (“I’m not going to tell you where”) when he’s feeling meditative.

In advance of the Falcon shoot, Stan started lifting weights every morning and knocking out stunt training for the fight scenes. He points out that filming an action movie is a workout in itself: You spend whole days running around and sweating in a heavy suit. “I mean, next to Evans and Hemsworth and all those guys, I feel like I’m 50 miles behind. I don’t think I can get to that size, to be honest,” he says. That aside, Stan feels, in his late 30s, better than ever. “My body right now is probably the best it’s ever been.”

THERE'S A PHOTO of Stan, age 15, on his Instagram. It’s a headshot from Stagedoor Manor, an acting camp that he attended while in high school. He’s recognizable from the brow up—he has the same broad forehead, the same voluminous hair. His arms look pale and soft, like overcooked linguine, and he’s staring down the camera with theater-kid intensity.

Stan lived in Romania until he was eight years old. Shortly after the Romanian revolution, he and his mother moved to Vienna and stayed there for four years before heading to New York in 1995. No, he says, he didn’t have a foreign exchange student’s social cachet in middle school. “Maybe if I was from France or something. But I am Eastern European. We left communism,” he says. “When I came here, I just wanted to be like everybody else.”

I ask Stan which of his mannerisms are typically Romanian. “You’re kind of putting me on the spot to define a whole nation—a guy who hasn’t been there for years,” he says. But he thinks for a second. “For me, based on my mother, the ‘Romanian temperament’ is perseverance—being able to handle more than you think you can. At 27, my mother was working two jobs in a foreign country where she barely spoke the language. There’s a sense of family and perseverance that’s deeply ingrained in the blood.”

Even for someone who has experienced a certain degree of stardom, Marvel fans can be a shock to one’s sense of family. Certain Marvel stars acquiesce to the attention on some level, greeting fans with a Chris Hemsworthian openness to scrutiny. Stan’s boundaries are reflexive and firm, as though his sense of self is always under attack. (Which, to be fair, it may well be: “He’s so reserved,” Mackie says, “but in this day and age that’s a very good quality.”)

Stan is more protective of his personal life than most actors. Celebrities often use social media to dispense calculated chunks of themselves in exchange for privacy. Stan occasionally opens up on Instagram: “Been working with this guy through years of self judgement and mental wars when it comes to fitness and LIFE,” he wrote of Saladino in a caption accompanying a gym selfie. But questions about the people in his orbit ping ineffectually against his poker face.

He attributes this to only-vaguely-alluded-to incidents in which his family and friends were subject to public attention. As a public figure, he has opted into that attention, he explains, but they haven’t. It upset him when they were the targets of scrutiny, particularly when that scrutiny came from his fans. Stan seems to be looking for earnestness in an industry that, on the whole, disdains earnestness. He “tries hard to find the honest moment,” as he himself puts it (much like how he saw a profound statement about “our obsession with beauty” in William Inge’s horny play).

In this, the Marvel universe is an improbably good fit for him. We speak the week after Martin Scorsese said Marvel films “are not cinema,” and Stan is as defensive of the films as he can be without disrespecting Scorsese, one of his heroes. “All I know is that all movies affect people,” he says. “I’ve certainly experienced firsthand many people who have been affected and helped by Marvel movies.”

Captain America fans lean earnest. People have told Stan that Bucky Barnes helped them cope with their PTSD. During Q&A sessions, he’s asked questions like “What would Bucky Barnes’s major be?” and “What happened to Bucky Barnes when he fell from the train?” Stan fields those questions without sarcasm or diversion.

“They think we are these people,” Stan says, again without condescension. He’s content to take questions about Bucky Barnes, especially if it distracts fans from asking questions about Sebastian Stan. “Now we’re much more obsessed with the personality rather than the actor. We take people and swallow them and digest them and chew them up, and then we spit them out the other side. Then we’re done,” he says. “We’ve done that with numerous celebrities—people. I’ve seen people have massive ups and downs and stuff. All I can do is just try to be as honest as I can. And do my job.”

Men's Health Magazine, December 19, 2019.

[avengerscompound]

Everywhere You Want to Be

Everywhere You Want to Be: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1862

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Wade Wilson

Warnings: Smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism)

Synopsis: Every time you and Bucky try to get close, Wade is already there.  Eventually, you decide if he really wants to watch that badly, you might as well let him.

Everywhere You Want to Be

Wade Wilson was everywhere you wanted to be.  It was like he had an innate sense of when you and Bucky were about to get a little too frisky in a public area and there he would be.  He would walk in on the two of you while you were kissing in the hall.  If Bucky was cooking and you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, just as you started to nibble the shell of Bucky’s ear, Wade would appear and ask what was for dinner.  One time the two of you were making out on the couch and he came into the room and just dived on top of you both.  It was like he had a sixth sense for foreplay.

You had started to tick down the days before Wade went back out into the world and was no longer staying with the Avengers. Not that you disliked him.  He was pretty entertaining really. Especially when he started talking to people who weren't there like you were on some kind of television program, but you really just wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend and him not interrupt.

There was always your room of course.  There was nothing wrong with that.  It was where you were now after all.  Being in the privacy of your own quarters didn't make Bucky’s lips any less soft and demanding as they moved against yours.  Not did it make your skin prickle any less and Bucky’s hands moved up under your skirt, inching their way towards your sex.

It was just you were both so tactile, it would be nice to not be interrupted when you touched anywhere outside these four walls.

Bucky lifted you and carried you to the bed laying you back on it and crawling up between your legs without breaking the kiss.  The scruff from his beard tickled your lips and made them feel slightly numb the longer the two of you kissed.  You rolled your hips up under him, grinding on his rapidly hardening cock as he ran his hands up under your skirt, pushing it up to your waist.

“Well, well, well…”

Wade’s voice startled you both, making you freeze where you were and look over to the corner of the room.  There was a large swivel chair in the corner that you had never seen before and you wondered how you’d missed it when you’d come into the room in the first place.

Wade slowly spun around in the chair.  He had Alpine in his lap and he was stroking him like some kind of Bond supervillain.  “What do we have here?”

“What the hell?” Bucky yelped, sitting up and pulling your skirt back down again.  “What are you doing in here?  And what are you doing with my cat?”

Alpine seemed to suddenly realize that he was sitting on a complete stranger's lap.  He jumped up, hissed and ran under the bed.

“We were just talking.  What are you doing in here?”  Wade asked, as he leaned back in the chair and looked you over.

“This is our room!”  Bucky argued as you looked over the edge of the bed and tried to coax the fluffy white cat back out from under it.  He meowed at you and strutted out, ignoring everyone before climbing up onto his tree and curling up in the box that sat on the very top of it.  “Why is it every time we start getting close you’re there?”

“Getting close?”  Wade teased. “Is that what you grandpas are calling it these days?”

Bucky glared at him.  “Wade!”

“You keep getting down and dirty wherever I am.  Maybe you like being watched,” Wade reasoned.

“Get out of here!”  Bucky yelled.

“I didn’t hear a ‘No, Deadpool, I hate being watched,” Wade teased.

“I think it was implied in the tone,” Bucky countered.

“You know what?”  You said, taking off your dress.  “I’m gonna fuck my boyfriend.  And whoever's here just has to entertain themselves because that’s what I’ll be doing.”

Wade clapped his hands and bounced in his seat.  “Yay!”

“What… what… what…”  Bucky babbled as he looked between you and Wade.  He finally decided that his attention was best kept on you and he covered your breasts with his hands.  “What the hell?”

“What?”  You asked, running your hands up under his shirt.  “You have a little exhibitionist in you.  “Wade’s obviously a huge pervert…”

“Why, thank you,” Wade interrupted.

“So if he’s not gonna leave he can watch,” you said.

“Just relax and pretend I’m not here,” Wade added, grabbing his dick.

Bucky looked between you and Wade again, this time his eyes settling on Wade. “If you get too close to me, you’re going to be regrowing a body part you’re extremely fond of.”

“Looking and not touching,” Wade agreed.  “Got it.”

You pulled Bucky’s shirt up over his head and he leaned in and kissed you again.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed your hands into his hair as you kissed him hungrily and frantically.  He ground down against your cunt, his cock hardening against you.

You frantically unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants.  He broke the kiss and curved down to suck at your breast.  You pulled out his cock and started to pump it up and down with your fist.

“You guys are in a rush, huh?”  Wade taunted.  “Don’t believe in taking time with the foreplay?  Like just shoving it in dry?”

“Hey!”  You yelped and threw a pillow at him.

Bucky seemed to take Wade’s taunting as a personal affront.  He slowed down, kissing his way down your body as he slid your panties down and off.  You spread your legs and put your feet on his shoulders as he started nuzzling at your pussy.  He spread your folds with his fingers, the metal of his hand cold against the heat of your cunt.  You gasped and bucked your hips up against his mouth.  His tongue swirled over your cunt slowly like he was making sure to lick over all of it.

“There you go, now that’s how you please a lady,” Wade teased.

Bucky lapped wide over your cunt and with every swipe of his tongue he focused more and more until the point of his tongue was focused directly on your clit.  He thrust two of his fingers into your cunt and as his mouth worked your clit, his fingers curled and dragged over your inner walls. They hit your g-spot again and again, creating a hot buzz in your cunt that radiates out through the rest of you.

Using your feet as leverage against his shoulders you rolled your hips against his face, panting as the orgasm that was building inside you came close and closer to breaking.  You grabbed your tits, massaging them and pinching your nipples.

“Oh yeah, now we’re talking,” Wade said.  “You a squirter, babe?”

You were about to answer when Bucky bit at your clit and corkscrewed his wrist and your body did the answering for you.  You arched up violently and cried out as you gushed on Bucky!

“Yee-haw!” Wade cheered.  “We struck oil!”

Bucky sat up and wiped his mouth before stalking back up your body.

“Is that it?  Onto the main event?”  Wade asked, sitting forward in his chair.  “No reciprocation?”

“I don’t need reciprocation,” Bucky growled, as he tapped the head of his cock against your oversensitive clit.

“Aww buddy,” Wade cooed.  “You a little touch-sensitive still?  Afraid you might blow your load a little too soon?  I’ve got the opposite problem.”  He gave himself a firm slap on his crotch.  “Barely feel anything these days.  There are times I need fifty volts straight up the urethra for me to jizz.  But if you like, while you two are fucking, I can come and give you a prostate massage.  I brought gloves.”

Bucky glared at Wade like he was tempted to tear off the mercenary’s arm and beat him with it.  “Will you shut the hell up?”

Wade made a zipped lip gesture and Bucky turned his attention back on you, sliding his cock up and down your folds.

“Kudos on the huge dick, by the way,” Wade added.  “That the serum or were you always well endowed?”

“Wade!”  You yelped.

“Right sorry,” Wade said.  “Being quiet as of… Now.”

Bucky lined himself up and thrust hard into you.  You gasped and clenched around him, stretching your arms over your head and gripping the headboard.  He held you up at the waist and leaned down, sucking at your nipples through your bra as he thrust into you hard and deep.  His fingers continued to work your clit in rapid circles.  With his mouth and hand and the angle he held you at making it so the head of his cock hit your g-spot again and again - you lost control.

There was magma in your veins.  It flowed through you, making sweat bead on your skin and pressure build inside you.  You looked over at Wade, he was watching you closely, lazing back in the chair.  Or at least you assumed he was watching you.  It was impossible to tell in the mask.  There was always the chance he’d fallen asleep.

You bucked your hips and arched up more, letting Bucky penetrate you deeper and deeper.  Things became blurry.  The only thing in high definition was Bucky and the way he was fucking you.

“Fuck.  Yes.  Bucky.  Fuck me,” you panted as he pounded into you.  He pinched your clit and bit down on your breast.  It sent a jolt straight through you and the orgasm that had been sitting right there on the precipice broke and crashed over you.

Bucky jerked inside you, your orgasm dragging his over too and he emptied inside you with a low moan.

“Nice.  Finish with a creampie.  Nothing too messy, huh?”  Wade said sitting up and clapping his hands.  “Solid ending.”

“... and then after Bucky threw a lamp at me, we went and got chimichangas.”  Wade finished.

“Did… did you just tell us a story we were supposedly part of?”  Bucky asked.

“Supposedly,” Wade snarked while doing air quotes.

“That is not how I remember that going down,” you said.

“Yeah, right.  You totally just kicked me out of the room,” Wade said and touched under his eye.  “Wink.”

“Is Bucky’s dick really that big?”  Clint asked.

“Oh yeah.  Like an arm.  It’d be like getting fisted if you had to take that thing,” Wade said with a knowing nod.

“It is not!”  Bucky argued.

“I mean, that’s a weird thing to argue about,” Clint said.  “But sure, Bucky has a small dick.  That’s what I’m taking away here.”

“It’s not small either…” Bucky said, getting flustered.

“It really isn’t,” Natasha agreed.  “I don’t know, you two.  I’m thinking he was telling the truth.”

“I only ever tell the truth,” Wade said.  “Like remember that time when I walked in on you…”

“Wade!”  Natasha yelped.

You started laughing and settled back in the chair to listen to the next of Wade’s stories.

[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

WARNING! SMUT! RATED MATURE! 18+! UNPROTECTED SOFT SEX!

Chapter 35

The kiss turned heated quickly making my entire body burn. I wanted him. I needed him. My sudden craving was like nothing I'd ever experienced. James Buchanan Barnes is my drug. My addiction. The one thing in this world I can't live without.

I hummed happily against his lips as I moved my legs to completely straddle him. He groaned softly as I put the smallest bit of pressure against his groin. I pulled my lips away from his to shower his sharp jaw line and neck with soft kisses. His hands moved to my hips squeezing slightly in silent encouragement. I grazed my teeth softly against his collarbone.

"Oh hell doll" he groaned quietly.

I smiled against his skin. The sound of his voice directed the heat of my body to my core. I raised up putting more pressure against his groin making him suck in a sharp breath. I chuckled softly as I pulled my shirt over my head then tossed it to the side. James was sitting up the next second. A hungry look filled his eyes as he licked his lips. He used his flesh hand to grab the back of my neck as he crashed his lips back to mine.

His flesh fingers slowly traced down my spine barely touching the skin causing goosebumps. I moaned softly against his lips as his fingers moved to the clasp of my bra. He had it undone in a few seconds then tossed it aside with my shirt. I gasped as both his hands each grabbed a breast. The sensation made my head spin and my breath quicken. One hand was soft and warm while the other was hard and cold. I didn't mind it. I actually liked the contract of flesh and metal.

I gently pushed on his chest so he'd laid back down. I stood up then shimmied out of my pants quickly. When I turned back to James he was half way through removing the long one piece toga like outfit he had been given. I watched him with a smile until he was lying in only his underwear. I sat back on top of him instantly loosing my train of thought from how warm and inviting his skin felt. He pulled me against him so he could kiss me softly.

"Get rid of this damn thing." James said in amusement as he tugged at my panties.

I pulled them down my legs tossing them aside. I didn't give him a chance to move before I started removing his own underwear. I hissed as I sat down against his well endowed member. I kissed and nipped at his neck as I slowly rubbed myself against him. I didn't want to rush this. He groaned as his hands gripped my hips.

"Didn't know you'd be such a tease baby doll." He smirked.

"It's no fun otherwise." I joked softly.

He chuckled then flipped us over in the blink of an eye. He hovered over me with gleaming, amused filled eyes. How could anyone be so damn attractive?

"Is that so?" James questioned teasingly.

My eyes fluttered closed as he softly kissed up my neck to my lips. Just as our lips connected in a soft sensual kiss I felt him push himself inside me. I gasped against his lips. James took the opportunity to overtake my tongue with his.

His movements were slow but calculated. His hands gently held each side of my face as he showered every inch of my skin he could with soft kisses. My eyes closed as my head tilted back. My mind was clouded by James. His warm skin, his breath against my skin, his firm yet soft hands, his scent. Everything. Everything that is James Buchanan Barnes overtook all my senses.

His movements remained slow and steady but I'd never felt something so good. Something so sensual and passionate. I felt like I was one with this man.

"James" I whispered softly against his lips when I felt the slow build inside me.

He hummed against my skin. I felt myself slowly clenching around him as the most amazing mind blowing orgasm took me over. My back arched as I moaned softly. James groaned against my neck. His thrusts became sloppy then he stilled. His whole body went stiff for a few seconds before he collapsed beside me.

I was pulled against him the next second. Both of us laid there silently for a few moments as we caught our breath.

"I love you Willow." James whispered.

"I love you James." I replied softly.

*One Week Later*

James has been training with Okoye and letting Shuri do research with him and his arm. I hadn't seen him much in the past few days. I made my way into Shuri's insane lab. I could see her and James on the other side of the room having a hushed conversation. I slowly walked closer to them.

"Okoye is finishing things up. I put my brother to work too. I have a few finishing touches to do when we are done here but everything is going perfectly." Shuri said quietly.

"Perfect. It will all be ready tomorrow right?" James asked her.

"Of course it will!" Shuri chuckled.

"What will be ready tomorrow?" I asked to get both of their attentions.

I watched as they both jumped in shock at my sudden appearance. They shared a worried and fearful look then they both shook their head.

"Oh nothing" Shuri waved dismissively.

"I should really go check on things." She said awkwardly.

She gave James an apologetic look then hurried out of the lab. I crossed my arms over my chest as I raised a brow at him. He tried to ignore my gaze as he slid off the table he was sitting on. He looked everywhere but at me.

"Are you really going to pretend I'm an idiot?" I asked sharply.

His head snapped up to look at me instantly. His brows furrowed in confusion.

"No, of course not doll. It's nothing seriously. Don't worry that pretty little head about it. Just some big training exercise Okoye and I have been working on." James said softly as he stepped towards me.

I watched his face for a moment noting he looked slightly guilty ad unsure. He was lying to me. I just huffed then walked away. I wasn't fond of being lied to for any reason what so ever. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked as we walked towards the exit.

"I'm not fond of being lied to." I said harshly.

I stopped in my tracks as James somehow got in front of me. He gently grabbed my biceps pulling me closer to him. I took a deep breath then smiled softly.

"Baby doll, you're right I was lying but I can't tell you what's really going on. Just trust me please. You'll find out what we are up to first thing in the morning. I promise." He said sincerely.

I studied his face for a moment before I felt my resolve melt away. I nodded. He hugged me tightly then kissed the top of my head.

"Don't ever lie to me again about anything Barnes." I chided him.

"Yes ma'am" he nodded with a smirk.

The whole walk back to our hut my head swam with the possibilities of tomorrow. What was he up to? What could he have Shuri, Okoye, and even T'challa doing? It must be something big for all of them to be helping but what could it be? I'm gonna loose my mind trying to figure this out.

I laid awake for a long time just staring up at the hut. I couldn't get my mind to shut off. Eventually I completely passed out. When I woke up around dawn I was alone. James was no where in sight. The soft pink hue of the rising sun peaked through the hut. I dressed myself quickly then stepped outside on the hunt for James. Instead I found Shuri and two of her maids standing a few feet away in a quiet conversation.

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[jbbarnesnnoble]

Leap Day (Part Two)

Summary:  Leap Day is approaching and you have your eye on a guy from accounting. You work in a research capacity with the Avengers, scouring intelligence reports and doing research on localities where missions pop up, which means working closely with Captain America. When you’re overheard talking to Natasha about asking out the guy from accounting on Leap Day, Steve and Bucky go to great lengths to ensure that doesn’t happen.  

Features/Warnings: Dark!Stucky. Manipulation; Noncon/Dubcon; smut

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/Reader

Notes: This is me dipping my toes in that particular pool. I typically read dark fic, not write it. It is non-con, which I have never written before. Bucky and Steve are manipulative. They are taking what they want. If this is triggering for you skip over this. Please don’t request dark!fic from me. I wrote this mostly as a litmus test for my comfort zone when it comes to writing. We’ll be back to our regularly scheduled non-dark fic later this week! 

Word Count: 1543

In the wake of your breakup with Wes, you had sworn off dating. You rationalized that if it was meant to be, it would happen. You spent more time with Steve and Bucky between their missions, seamlessly fitting into their routines. As it was, you were in their apartment, making dinner with Steve while Bucky finished up training new recruits with Sam. It had become a routine you appreciated, especially if it meant you weren’t eating alone. Big dinners with the team didn’t happen often. 

You were caught off guard when Steve kissed you. You thought you were passed that. You tried in vain to shove him away. As soon as he pulled away, you moved to duck under the arm that caged you in. Something felt off about the whole thing.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” he asked, his arms wrapping around you, effectively trapping you, your back against his front. You could feel his cock starting to harden and froze. 

“B-bathroom,” you stammered out. He chuckled.

“Want to try that again with a little more honesty?” he asked. You swallowed. A tension filled the room that only worsened when Bucky walked in. 

“Starting without me?” Bucky teased before fully taking in the scene. His eyes narrowed at you.

“Leaving so soon, doll? We haven’t even eaten dinner yet. Where are your manners?” Bucky asked.

“I...I have work I need to get done. I forgot to do something,” you lied. You were becoming more uncomfortable by the minute. You thought they had given up on whatever infatuation they’d had with you after you turned them down. 

“You know, lying is wrong, doll,” Bucky said, stepping toward where Steve held you. You knew there was no getting away from them.

“I’m not, I’m not lying,” you said, trying to calm yourself down. Bucky stood in front of you, moving a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“Cute. But you never forget to do anything when it comes to your work,” Bucky said. He took you from Steve’s grasp so the other man could finish preparing dinner. Bucky dragged you to the table, sitting down and forcing you into his lap. 

“Since we can’t trust you not to run off, you get to sit on my lap,” Bucky said. You frowned. 

“Buck, this isn’t funny, let me go,” you said. His grip on you tightened.

“You and Stevie made dinner. You should stay and enjoy it,” he said.

“Can I at least sit on a chair?” you asked. He shook his head.

“You lost that privilege,” he said. Steve brought the food out, setting the lasagna dish in the middle along with a salad. You moved for the lasagna only to have Bucky stop you. He grabbed a bowl from where you would have been sitting and filled it with salad. He and Steve both looked at you expectantly. You frowned.

“I’m not a big salad person,” you said. 

“Sweetheart, eat your salad. We won’t tell you again. You can’t skip over the healthiest part of the meal, not anymore,” Steve said. Anxiety sat in the pit of your stomach, heavy like a rock. You couldn’t figure out a way out of this. You ate in silence, not looking up at either man. You finished the salad and plated your lasagna. Once the meal was finished, Steve scooped you up from Bucky’s lap while Bucky collected the dishes. 

“Get her ready for us. She’ll understand by the time we’re done tonight. We want what’s best for her. We know what’s best for her,” Bucky said. You thrashed in Steve’s arms as he carried you toward the bedroom. He tossed you on the bed, grabbed your wrists with ease. You weren’t sure what he attached to your wrist, but it wasn’t metal. The second wrist followed. You knew there was no way out.

“What...what are you doing?” you asked. 

“Showing you that we can take care of you, sweetheart. We love you. Rick and Wes, they’re boys. They have no idea what to do with a woman like you, no idea what you need,” Steve said. You kicked as he went to unbutton your pants. 

“None of that. You’re in enough trouble as it is, sweetheart. You keep this up, I’ll tie your legs down too,” Steve said as he pulled your pants down along with your panties. Tears welled in your eyes. You didn’t want this, want them. Not like this. You gasped as he tore your shirt, undoing the strapless bra you had worn once the shirt was out of the way. It was the only one you had clean, the others in the wash. 

The door clicked open and Bucky strode in. He paused, taking in the sight of you on the bed. You saw the bulge in his pants and froze. Both men appeared to be well endowed, bigger than anyone you’d been with. You had been so lost in thought, you missed Steve undressing, or that Bucky had sat down on the bed, dressed in nothing but his boxers.

“We’ll pretend your outburst earlier didn’t happen. You don’t know the rules yet, doll. Can’t punish you for not knowing the rules. We can talk about those later, but for now. Steve and I are going to show you how good we can be to you, how much we love you. Those boys you were messing around with, they don’t deserve you doll. They didn’t deserve a chance to see you like this,” Bucky said as he trailed his hand from your cheek down your neck to your breast. He gently squeezed one of your breasts before teasing the nipple. You bit back a moan at the sensation. You refused to give them the satisfaction. Steve slid between your legs, forcing them apart with ease. You tried to kick, but he held your legs down.

“Sweetheart remember what I said. I don’t want to have to tie your legs down too,” Steve said. Silent tears made their way down your cheeks. You didn’t want this. Not like this. Steve ran two fingers from your clit to your entrance. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the realization that you were wet. 

“Would you look at that, our girl is soaking wet,” Steve said, holding his fingers up. Bucky wore a smirk on his lips. 

“You can keep fighting, darlin’, but you’re only fooling yourself,” Bucky murmured before capturing your lips with his. Steve slid two fingers inside you as his lips wrapped around your clit. You arched up at the sudden contact, letting a moan slip out. Steve didn’t let up as Bucky continued kissing you. Bucky moved from your lips to your neck, sucking a bruise into the juncture where your neck and shoulder met. The dual sensations pushed you over the edge and you came with a loud moan. Shame filled you. You shouldn’t enjoy this. Not like this. Never like this. 

“That’s it sweetheart, let us hear you. We just wanna make you feel good,” Steve said as he pulled away, face glistening with your juices. You were caught off guard by the kiss as he and Bucky swapped places. It was enough to distract you from Bucky pressing his cock into you. You froze as he inched forward. You couldn’t deny the surge of pleasure as he fully sheathed himself within you before pulling out and pressing back in. You found yourself lost in the pleasure. Steve pulled away from you, undoing the ties that bound your wrist. Bucky was quick to withdraw before flipping you onto your stomach. He pulled you up so you were kneeling, chest meeting the bed before entering you once more. 

Steve moved in front of you, looking at you expectantly as he positioned himself in front of your mouth. You knew you had no choice. They were both stronger than you. You lost the drive to fight against them quickly. You opened your mouth and he pressed forward, wrapping a hand in your hair.

“That’s it sweetheart, fuck, that’s a good girl,” Steve said. You hated that part of you that preened at his praise. This was wrong. But they both felt so good. Your emotions were all over the place. 

You were pushed over the edge once more when Bucky’s flesh hand found your clit. Bucky followed shortly after, finishing inside you. Steve’s thrusting into your mouth ceased as he pulled out, replacing Bucky between your thighs, flipping you onto your back once more. It didn’t take him long to finish. He didn’t withdraw from your right away. 

“See how good it can be? How good we can be? Just have to let us in sweetheart. We only want what’s best for you,” Steve murmured. You were too exhausted to argue, to fight. You weren’t sure how to feel. Violated. But they had shown more care and concern than any lover you’d had. But you still felt anger. They took what they wanted, no room for argument. You didn’t respond as they cleaned you up, putting you in a bath before pulling a shirt over your head. You sobbed once they tucked you between them.

“Shh, shh, it’ll be alright sweetheart. You’ll see. You’ll see,” Steve said.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

We Should Probably Fix That

Summary- 2k Bucky Barnes x Y/N. Bucky and You meet up in the Locker room. SMUT. NSFW. written for Kristens 2020 writing challenge. Thanks for hosting, it was alot of fun! My Prompt- “Oh dont mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

Here it was a fine Saturday morning and you were staring up at the ceiling of the compounds gym. Having just gotten your ass rolled by Natasha. Her hand stretched into your vision and grasping it, she hauled you back to a stand. "Good try, but you got to expect me on either side. And you favor the left."

"Yea, Bucky bruised my left hip" Nats lips turned into a smirk "not like that! Okay... Maybe like that. Worth it though. Try one more time?" The red head nodded and the two of you separated, going to separate corners of the mat.

As the two of you started sparring once more, you tried to stay focused on Nat, she isnt past pulling out a special move if she doesnt think your paying attention. Successful in blocking her, a quick duck on your part allows you to swing in closer, hooking a leg though hers and knocking her off kilter. Hey one out of three tries isn't bad and this time your the one helping her up, accompanied by "thats my girl!" You two glance over to see Bucky had come over from where he had been working out. “Oh dont mind me, just enjoying the view.” he winked at the two of you. 

"Yea well dont worry Barnes, I happened to see on the calendar were due for a match up, so next time you can participate." Natasha quipped as she went to grab a towel, grinning as she wiped the back of her neck "Y/N was at a disadvantage. Something about a bruise on her left side? Otherwise she probably gotten me more times."

You blush, but your face is already flushed and Bucky glances at you with a bit of worry, when you reach him, he handed your towel to you, then his vibranium hand touched along your hip, the coolness of his touch immediately noticed. "I thought that went away?"

"Dont listen to Romanoff, shes only teasing" you whisper back and lean up to kiss him. “Im not sore, and not favoring my left hip.” Behind you Nat is shaking her head yes, and you can see the way Buckys face changes that she must be doing something. “Nat, I swear, you and I will go back on the mat, and I will kick that tight ass of yours.” You turn around and toss your towel at her, and she snatchs it from the air and smirks. 

“Promises promises Y/N” she states as she gathers hers stuff and starts to head to the locker rooms. Bucky slings an arm around you and the two of you head that way as well, passing Steve and Sam as they came in to use the gym after there morning run. Turning the corner, Bucky veers off to go into the mens section, and Natasha waits patiently holding the womens door open. Once he goes inside, you veer back towards the mens, winking at Natasha. “Go on, Im gonna catch a shower elsewhere” and she gives you an approving thumbs up before going inside and leaving you to make your sneak, listening for Bucky to start the shower. After a few minutes you hear the groan of the pipework and the premium pressure shower heads Tony just had installed start, and you went inside. 

So you started stripping off you shoes and clothes, tossing them aside as you went down the row of lockers, honestly you didnt care if Steve and Sam stumbled upon them when they came in. They knew Bucky was a grown ass adult, and in a relationship. Once you reached the showers, you could see Buckys form through the frosted glass door, on a nearby bench were his everyday clothes, nicely folded, waiting for him to exit. You were a chaotic energy compared to his ritualistic ones. Why you two just worked. 

You decided to make yourself known, it never really pays off to sneak up on a super soldier, and you respected Buckys past to know that there was certain things he just didnt care for, sneaking up on him was one of them. So you knock on the glass door, giving a soft tune to his name as you spoke it. “Oh Barnes, mind sharing that hot water?” You could see him turn in the shower, and the silver of his arm stretch out to slide the glass aside. A billow of steam escaped when he opened the door, and his face emerged from it, his hair plastered to his head and droplets of water running down his the tip of his nose. His eyes rove down your form and your cant help but tilt your hip, folding your arms over your chest, leaving him growling playfully “Why you covering your self up sexy? Fuck come on in.” 

You giggled as his hand snaked out and wrapped around your waist, bringing you in. Tumbling against his chest, your arms sliding up around his neck as his lips claimed your neck, nibbles and flicks of his tongue speeding your pulse underneath it. His hands slid down your back and clasped your ass, arching you to grind right into him. “Something get you riled up today Buck?” You ask against his ear, sliding your tongue along the shell and tugging on his lobe, sucking on it. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he backed you up into the tiled wall just under the spray. It cascaded down his muscled back that was taunt in his lust.

“Mmmhh watching you and Nat might have got me heated.” A roll of his hips showed you just how turned on it made him, along with the harder kiss marking your neck now, making you hiss and grind yourself back against him. Releasing your hands, you slid them down his chest, the mere touch of your hands left his muscles flexing underneath, along those V lines you so loved, and wrapped your hand around his erection, stroking just lightly enough to hear his breath hitch, and his vibranium arm pushed with some force against the wall beside your head. He was throbbing in your palm, and you relished holding him, stroking him into pleasure. “I can feel that Bucky... “

You leaned forward, husky voiced whispers “Your so big and hard, Its gonna feel so good pounding in my pussy.”  A slight twist of the wrist and as you slid your hand down, you slipped to roll his balls in your palm, moaning as you bite your lip. You tipped your head to glance at him, his breathing had started to turn shallow, rushed, and his pupils blew the further along you brought him. 

“Fuck, faster Y/N” In which you obliged, jerking your hand faster and faster, his hips jutting to keep pace. You could hear his hand tighten in the tile and the distinct crack of it, making you smirk. Oops, another one they busted, Tony was gonna see the repair request and give them shit later. His other hand, his warmth seeping from his palm as he pushed into your wet plastered hair, fisting into it and dragging your lips to meet his, possessively harsh kissing, a clashing of lips, forcing them apart with his tongue and dragging yours to his mouth. 

Dragging away from you, he gasped. “Stop, stop Baby” and you still, for a second before giving one more slow tempting pump, and he groaned, his dropped head to your shoulder giving a sharp bite, in which you yelp as his hands grasped behind your thighs and had you part your pretty thighs and fold around him. The wall kept you upright, leaving your hands free to explore all on there own. Weaving fingers right against his scalp, bringing his mouth back to your skin to work its magic. Following along your collarbone with worshiping kisses, his cock was slicked between your dripping folds. The moment his head slipped into your aching channel, you urged him to continue calling his name. “Fuck yes Buck, make me yours” 

Bucky Barnes was by all means a well endowed soldier, and you gasped feeling him stretch you the more he pushed in, rotating your hips, and tightening your legs around his waist to pull yourself closer, you gasped softly and a whimper was exhaled against his open mouth. “Fuck baby, your so god damn tight.” You giggle and kiss on the corner of his mouth, flexing yourself around him. 

“And all yours, we already broke the wall, lets really break some tiles.” You teased and he pulled back to start thrusting into you, definitely not disappointing, your ass bounced off the tile and his mouth traveled back to your collarbone. You leaned back, giving him access, cause you really wanted him to play with your bouncing breasts. 

“Think Tony is gonna start charging us?” He grunted and cupping a breast, teased it with his teeth, pulling the nipple with a pop between his teeth and swirling his tongue around it till it was nice and firm. Loving how your perky tits bounced in his face, lavishing his tongue down the valley, a mix of your salty skin and fresh warm water cascading from overhead his new favorite taste in the world. “I would pay whatever he wants as long as we continue shower sex” 

A roll of your body viced around him, screaming his name rather loudly and scratching down his back, while he continued powering through. His thrusts got harder, your channel slick with your arousal followed along with him, and reaching up to grasp the shower head to brace yourself. This was exactly why you loved being with Buck, he knew when to be gentle, and when to be rough as fuck. You pulled on his hair when he bit the curve of your breasts, knowing once more you were going to spot many bruises, underneath all your clothes. He was sure never to mark you within sight of the others.” Bucky, fuck im about to come again.... “ It hadnt been that long, and you were still clenching and coming down from the previous ones high. 

“Dont worry, Im fucking going to fill you up when you come... “ He cussed against you as you thrusted yourself harder, the both of you rushing towards your ending, and you screamed his name a second time, his body pushing to pin your between him and the wall, milking his cock for his seed, which throbbed in your channel, shooting thick streams to coat your walls, making you moan coming down. Reaching around you and feeling along the wall, you felt for the handle and twisted it to stop the water streaming down the two of you, and you both just panted against one another. 

Rubbing your hips as he pulled back so he wasnt crushing you against the wall, he reached up to brush your hair from your face, and kissed you softer this time. Not driven by lust, this was an affectionate kiss, trailing across your face and down your neck. “Ready to stand baby?” He questions you, and your hand smooths against his chest, nodding lightly. “Yea, just dont let me go right away, I think my legs might be a bit shook.” 

Laughing, he eased your thighs down and pulling from you, he continued you to your toes, sliding your arms around his neck and resting your head against his shoulder, still humming from your orgasm. You tip your head up, chin resting against his chest, admiring the little things going on, the way he had throughy fucked you in one of the best ways possible, that you both seemed to enjoy these quiet satisfied moments. His hands eased up your back and he looked down at you just staring up at him with a overall look of a loved woman. “everything alright babygirl?” You were unusually quiet. 

“Oh dont mind me. Just enjoying the view” you grin and lean up to kiss along his jaw line, mimicking him from earlier. 

“Well we dont enjoy the view! Could you two hurry it up!” Sam must have been waiting to get into the locker room, and you bust into laughter as you reach to grab a towel, poking Buckys side and pointing up at the shower head you were holding onto earlier. Apparently without realizing it, you happened to yank it out of the wall, leaving it crooked and wrenched. “Shit babes, we should probably get that fixed to, huh?” 

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Whendoestheshipsail wrote 20 explicit fics (and counting) during 2020 Covid lockdowns. Not only is she a powerhouse of a writer, she’s also a great person. Do you like BDSM? Do you like Bucky on top? If you like to see pretty boys crying, check out my Favorite Top 10 Stories:

“Twitterpatted” (E, 9k)

Steve posts videos to Twitter. A man with the dick of Steve's dreams responds. Alas, they work together.

+ Shrunkyclunks. Everyone wants Steve’s perfect ass, but Steve is a picky size queen who demands Stamina. Bucky can keep up and more

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“Captain Sugar Baby” (E, 18k)

He's waiting in line for coffee with Natasha at the downstairs kiosk in Stark Tower when he overhears two young women talking about needing sugar daddies.

It goes downhill from there.

+ Shrunkyclunks. Captain America goes undercover as a sugar baby and lives his Best Life 

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“Put it in the Smithsonian” (T, 4k)

After Bucky falls from the train, Steve gets Bucky's letter. In 2012, Steve's therapist suggests he writes one back.

+ Post Train to Post WS. Heartwarming epistolary where Steve works out his grief and sexuality.

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“A Most Unsuitable Omega” (E, 70k)

“I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that being on the bottom shelf at the back of the classified room isn’t a great sign,” Phil says. “Well, it’s alphabetical,” Sam says, shrugging. “So, it’s not necessarily proof that he walked in and chose the most unsuitable omega of all — oh. Oh yeah, you’ve chosen the most unsuitable omega possible. This is W. The Winter Soldier Program.”

+ Shrunkyclunks. A/B/O. The one with old-fashioned movie star Rock Sherman, comfort pillows, McLeod’s department store

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“Knot Interested” (E, 66k) 

“What if I don’t know the answer to some of the questions?” Steve asks, looking up from the table.

“Then you leave it blank or ask me, I guess,” Phil says. His gaze cuts to the paper and then away, trying to not be nosy or something.

“Can I put down null or unknown for secondary gender?” That’s what he used to do.

The pause is uncomfortable. “Null? Well, is that accurate?”

“I used to be. I had the serum and nothing has changed as far as I know.”

“Well, my understanding of null means you’ve never popped a knot or gotten slick? Just… never.”

“That’s correct,” Steve says. And Steve’s feeling something that might be embarrassment. Maybe shame? It’s awful to be a freak again.

Enter, one Bucky Barnes.

+ Shrunkyclunks. A/B/O with playmating and Beta Bucky. This one is dear to my heart because I made a lot of book covers and magazine articles for it 

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“A Perfect Handful” (E, 20k)

Steve Rogers has always been embarrassingly small. Everywhere. When he gets the serum, he's relieved he'll finally be proportional, perhaps even well- endowed. That isn't what happens. He's exactly the same size as he was before. But now, with his larger body as contrast, his dick and balls look even more minuscule. And he has breasts. Ridiculously large, overly sensitive breasts. No one wanted him before and they won't want him now, either. Well, no one except Bucky.

+ Pre-War to Post WS. Small dick Steve through the ages and the Bucky who loves him

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“The Good Inside” (E, 26k)

Steve doesn't know how they got to this point of Bucky being so sweet and mean to him all the time. Breaking him down just so he could cuddle him and love him back together again. Every little surrender makes it better, makes Bucky dote on him more. The first time Bucky called him a princess, made all sorts of threats and promises, Steve wasn't happy about it. Now it seems like the only thing that matters.

+ Shrunkyclunks. Steve’s journey of kinky self-discovery with Attorney Bucky  

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“Very, Very Easy To Be True” (E, 56k)

No one bothered to ask Steve his designation when he came out of the ice (he would have lied, but the point is that no one asked). He looks, acts and talks like a dom, complete with the aggressive hyper-masculine growl and swagger.

Plus, it says dominant in his file.

Steve knows how shitty being a submissive is. He saw his ma deal with it everyday. Saw how it turned a strong woman weak, how it took her attention away from him and ruled her life and his when she couldn't control herself. Steve's always been better than that. Fury and rage has fueled him, kept his designation safely hidden. Steve sees a dominant and he's buzzing with anger.

Then he meets Bucky Barnes, who is apparently a genuinely nice dominant. That's when everything goes to shit.

+ Shrunkyclunks. Super Dom Bucky exceeds all expectations in the best way

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“Somebody to Have” (E, 68k)

It isn't love at first sight for Steve Rogers, but that's only because he isn't quite sure what love is. Once he experiences it, once he knows what it feels like to have someone choose him, he won't ever let it go.

+ TFA to Modern. The touch starvation fic

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“Songs About Happiness, Murmured in Dreams” (E, 29k)

Steve Rogers died in 1955. After a mission, but before they'd both been sent back to cryo. Steve had died on top of him, bleeding out from bullet wounds meant for Bucky. Bucky's lived with the secrets of what they were to each other, how exactly Hydra got the both of them to comply, going on missions with Nat and Tony, and as long as he doesn't dream about the past, then he's almost okay. Then the base where Steve died is discovered and Bucky has to go in to clear it. Behind a wall is a cryo tube holding an alive Steve Rogers. Decades later, still brainwashed by Hydra and wanting to please his handler. How do they go on when the only way to survive is to be apart?

+ WW2 to Modern. Delightfully dark and leans into heavy sadism/masochism

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The Nearness of You [Part Four]

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Summary: The Avengers locate The Ghost, and Bucky’s worst fears are confirmed. Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 3445 Warnings: Canon divergence, creative liberties, canon-typical violence, assassination attempt, retellings of kidnapping and brainwashing.  A/N: THE FINALE! Can’t believe that I started out hoping to get 2K on my word count for this whole story, and I’ve ended up having to split it into four parts! HUGE thanks to @captain-s-rogers​, without whom I probably would never write a single Marvel related thing. And to all of you who have read, commented, reblogged ... you’re amazing. 

Additionally: I could have dragged this series on foreverrrr but I felt like this was the story that needed to be told. There may be some loose ends, some things you are still wondering after you read. In light of that, as soon as this post goes up, I’m opening my ask box for any and all questions regarding this series. Loose ends, how certain things came to be, headcanons ... whatever you want to know, send it my way! 

The initial location was a no-go. They ambushed the place, checked every nook and cranny, but not even one clue was found. The mission was a bust. 

S.H.I.E.L.D monitored kills, assassinations, and solicitations for big-stakes murders for weeks. The frontline team didn’t check out anything until a recon team gave the signal that maybe The Ghost was there, or had been there. With each missed mark, Bucky’s shut down a little more, until he was hardly even speaking to Steve. 

He had moved Y/N’s picture from the box to his nightstand, only moving it inside his jacket for any and every mission he went on. When he came back, he went straight to his own room and only came out to train, attend meetings, or get food to take back to his room and return the dishes to the nearest kitchen. 

The nightmares were the worst of it. Some were memories of the first experimentations Zola had done on him, before Steve rescued him. Some were of the continued experiments, his first kills. Some nights, he was stuck in a black room, screaming, with no way out and no one to save him; Bucky wondered if those were reminiscent of the blanks in his memory, when he had been frozen or erased. 

Then there were the nights when he dreamed about Y/N. Whether the happy dreams or the tragic nightmares were worse, Bucky had yet to figure out. Kissing her was the momentary reprieve to his pain and confusion before she was taken and there was nothing he could do about it. Sometimes he had to watch it happen, sometimes it happened as it did in reality: he went into the small town with some of the boys, leaving her behind to sleep, and when he returned, there was no trace of her or where she had gone. 

At Steve’s urging the team left Bucky alone. They endured his grunted answers to questions, his moody glares when they laughed a little too loud at, well, anything. They forgave him for the hard hits he delivered in sparring sessions. 

It was Wanda who finally breached the agreement to let Bucky ride this out unbothered. She wandered casually down the hall where his room was, peeking around to see that no one was there to scold her before she knocked on his door. Bucky opened the door, his facial expression telling Wanda that he hadn’t been expecting her. 

“What is it?” he asked, tone curt. 

Wanda pressed her lips together as she considered him. “Captain Rogers told us to leave you alone, but I thought maybe I would give you the option to talk. I lost somebody too.”

“We’ve all lost somebody,” Bucky mumbled, turning away but leaving the door open behind him. 

She followed him in, leaving the door open — not to give herself an escape, but so that Bucky perhaps wouldn’t feel trapped. 

“My brother, Pietro,” she continued at his back, pretending he hadn’t said anything, “was my other half. When you lose everything together, the only thing you have left is each other. That becomes more important than ever before. But you, when you lost her, you lost yourself soon after. You went through all of that alone. And now it’s happening again — you’re faced with it all of it alone, again. You have Captain Rogers, but it isn’t the same. Is it?”

Bucky finally turned to face her. “No, it’s not.”

Wanda nodded. “I hope that when we find this person — this ghost — that you can find your peace, Sergeant Barnes.”

With that, she turned to go. She quietly shut his door behind her, securing his privacy once again. She waited in the hallway for another minute or two, in case he came after her, wanting to talk more. He didn’t, but Wanda was mostly sure that she heard the quiet sobs of a broken man before she decided to leave him to his private sadness.

“The Ghost has been spotted.”

Bucky was standing at the S.H.I.E.L.D equivalent of ground control with Steve and Fury, watching video footage from a body cam of one of the recon agents. He was rubbing his chin and waiting anxiously to see if this would be the one; the mission when The Ghost would be found, then tracked. The team would be assigned to take him out, and maybe that would be the end of this latest phase of his suffering.  

The recon team sent a drone up the roof where the assassin was staged. Laid out on the cracking concrete, it could have been Bucky himself, except smaller in stature and sporting two flesh arms. His breath caught in his throat, but rather than feeling more tense about facing his past, Bucky felt a strange sense of comfort. 

“No, no, no …” He said it so quickly under his breath, it sounded more like syllabic chanting than a repeated word. “It can’t be.”

With no indication that the recon team had been made, The Ghost pulled a handgun from a side pocket of his — her — black pants and pointed it at the drone. A second before the bullet took the drone down, Bucky felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and every fiber of his being tingle. 

“All right, let’s load up,” Steve ordered, “if we’ve been made, then we don’t have much time. Chances are he isn’t going to stick around to hit his mark if he knows someone is on to him.”

Action happened in a frenzy around him, but Bucky was rooted to the spot. The picture of her had never made him feel this way, but he knew that was her on the video. His throat tightened and his stomach twisted over itself. Before he knew it, he was leaning over a nearby trash bin, vomiting up whatever he had eaten earlier in the day — and then some. 

Steve backtracked to his friend’s side. “Bucky? You all right? Listen, man, I think everything is catching up with you. Maybe you should —”

“No,” Bucky interrupted, knowing exactly what Steve was ready to suggest, “I’m going. I have to go. I’ll meet you at the jet.”

He hurried to his room to dress more appropriately for this mission. At his nightstand, he hesitated to take the picture of Y/N with him. In the end, he decided that no matter how this turned out, he still needed her close to him. 

The drone had been taken out, but two members of the recon team had stayed behind to track The Ghost — one to cover the assassin, the other to cover the victim. Surprisingly, The Ghost had not packed up and called it a day after shooting down the drone. The kill was still on. 

The jet dropped the team just as the shot fired. They hit the rooftop in time to see the assassin, rifle disassembled and pieces dropped into a backpack already being worn, raise a black-gloved fist, palm down, before opening her fist, fingers spread. The dust and other debris on the rooftop gathered all together before flying out of sight. Changing her sights to the direction of her victim — dead, despite the recon agent’s best efforts — she pulled her fist closed again. The slug and casing clanked into the same pocket where the handgun had come from minutes earlier, and the handgun came back out. 

Natasha went after her first, ducking the shot The Ghost fired in her direction. She went hand-to-hand with the assassin, but really, it was only a distraction for Steve to be able to get behind her and get her into a headlock. She ducked out of it quickly, using whatever power she had been endowed with to toss Natasha a couple of yards away before elbowing Steve hard enough in the head to send him tumbling backwards. 

Bucky was frozen, watching Tony go after her and fail, followed quickly by Sam, whose wings malfunctioned without The Ghost touching the high-grade tech. It was Thor’s hammer that finally landed a hit, knocking her to the side where she rolled and landed, pausing only for a moment before pushing herself up from the ground. Bucky remembered vaguely the fight with Steve when his mask had been knocked away and Steve had recognized him. 

Mjölnir had cracked the mask, leaving it hanging from her face. With an angry yank, she tossed the protection to the side. Her scowl was as unmistakable as her features were familiar. Maybe he had never seen that expression on her face, but Bucky would know Y/N anywhere. He didn’t need calm tingles and the comforting feeling of home to know it was her. 

“I’ve got this,” Bucky told them all, strutting towards her with a flame of anger he hadn’t felt in some time. He wasn’t angry with her; he was angry with whoever had made her this way, put her through the things he had endured in his years as a Winter Soldier. “Give it up, Y/N. The fight is over.”

With her attention drawn to him, the connection registered. Bucky could take a good guess at what she was feeling, and it wasn’t all about a soul bond. He read confusion and fear in her eyes, and the emotions intensified within her as Bucky stalked closer to her. Her face tightened back into anger as he got within reach for her to strike out, but before she could make the hit, Natasha came up behind her and delivered a sedation shot that immediately weakened her muscles. All Bucky could see in her eyes at that point, was fear. Before she could crumple to the ground, he reached out and caught her. He hoisted her up, an arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. Y/N’s head rolled to his shoulder; she was out of it but not completely unconscious. They would have to monitor her closely on the way back to the compound. 

“It’s all right, pretty girl,” Bucky whispered as he carried her, “I’ve got you.”

The sedation had to be continuous to keep Y/N from lashing out. She had already put a nurse and two agents in the infirmary with her. When she was conscious, she was a scared animal, cutting down whoever was in the way of her survival. 

“I can’t watch her like this,” Bucky sighed, turning his back to the room. “How much longer is it going to be before she’s out of it enough to talk to?”

Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “You came out of it. Y/N will, too.”

Bruce came out of the room with a clipboard, closing the door behind him. “It may not be that easy. The tests Cho and I have been running — the serum was given to her in high doses, it seems. Wherever she’s been, it’s possible she’s been given the serum as recently as the last twenty-four hours, according to her blood content. Besides that, her brain scans show high levels of chemicals associated with post-traumatic stress. Whatever HYDRA did to you, Sergeant Barnes, it’s very possible she endured at least ten times that, if not more.”

He left the two supersoldiers to their own conversation after that. Bucky breathed in deep and took his time exhaling. After two more cycles of that, his anger hadn’t quelled at all — and neither had his guilt. 

“This happened because of me. They came after her because of me. We have to find out where she’s been, who’s been doing this to her, we have to —”

Steve put an arm across Bucky’s chest before his friend could go any further. “Buck, slow down. All right? We won’t know anything until she comes out of this. When we know more, we’ll go after the cell. I promise you that. We can’t rush into anything. We have to give it time.”

Time. Bucky hated time. Time he had lost, time he had stretched out in front of him with no end in sight. Time he had spent without Y/N in his life. Time he would have to wait to avenge the things that had been done to her. 

When he went to bed that night, sleep eluded him for hours. He tossed and turned, remembering everything he had been put through, but imagining Y/N as the subject of that torture instead of himself. He imagined her screaming for him, but he never came for her. She had rescued him, but he had been unable to do the same for her. 

“Bucky! Bucky!”

He sat up straight in bed. Had his thoughts and dreams become so real that he was hearing her scream his name when he was awake? Fuck, this was one place he didn’t want to be again; somewhere between sleeping and dreaming with no idea what was real. 

“Bucky!” 

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, Bucky ran a hand through his hair. He wasn’t going to sleep tonight. He got up and clicked the light on, pulled on a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and his word tennis shoes. If he couldn’t sleep, he would burn off the anxious energy in the training room. With her screams still echoing in his ear, Bucky shut the door to his room and headed that way. 

FRIDAY’s voice interrupted his walk down the hallway. “Sergeant Barnes, your presence is requested in the infirmary.”

Bucky froze for a half a second before breaking into a run. As her screams continued, he ran faster. What he had thought was in his head had been real. Y/N was screaming for him. 

Bruce, Helen, and some others were trying to calm her down. At the door, an orderly stopped him, until Bruce yelled for Bucky to be allowed to pass. He pushed through and went to her bedside, grabbing her face in his hands. 

“Y/N, it’s me, I’m here,” Bucky told her, over and over, loud so that she would hear him over the commotion of her fear and panic. 

She fought him only for a few seconds before she realized she wasn’t dreaming. Bucky was real, she was real — this was, all of it, real. 

“Bucky. It’s really you.” Her hands reached up to grasp his shirt, pulling them together. Bucky wrapped his vibranium arm around her and cradled her head with the other, kissing her head and assuring her that yes, it was really him. “What’s going on?”

“A lot.” He pulled away only enough to be able to see her face, pushing sweaty strands of hair behind her ears. “But you’re safe now, Y/N. You’re safe. These people are here to help you. Let them help you, okay?”

He loosened his hold on her, and she slowly lowered herself back against the pillows. Bruce and Helen introduced themselves, made sure they told her everything they were doing, and allowed Bucky to stay for as many tests as they could. When it was time to run new scans, though, he had to stay behind. 

“I’ll be here when you come back,” he promised her. 

Y/N looked nervous but nodded. “I believe you.”

He watched as they wheeled her away and the comfort of being in her presence faded. Within the absence of that comfort, however, Bucky still felt relief. He had found Y/N again, and it was as though his very soul had been returned to him in the process. 

“When they took me from the camp, I don’t know where I was at first. I only know that I was on a train for three days, in and out of consciousness. They drugged me before I got on the train, and it’s possible that the injections started then. I don’t remember much of what happened during those few days.”

Although Bucky had been hesitant to let it happen, Y/N insisted on telling her story in front of all of them. She wanted them to know the real story, she said, and not risk a single detail being lost in translation. She sat at the head of the long, wooden table in one of the conference rooms. Bucky was on her left, Steve on the right, and Fury was at the other end of the table. Various other members of the Avengers filled the remaining seats. 

“I don’t know where the first location was. The thing I remember most from there is burning from the inside out. There were more injections and bright lights and a lot of people coming and going. The room I was in had no windows, and I only knew where the door was when they came in and out. They — they broke me down. They told me no one was going to come looking for me, that this was my life now. They said these — these words. I don’t know how long that went on, but I know eventually I got to the point that when they said those words, I was … I would do whatever they asked me to do. Stand for hours. Sleep until they told me to wake up. Eat whatever they put in front of me.”

Bucky couldn’t look at her. He knew that experience all too well. 

“One day, I woke up, and everything was — I don’t know. Calm. Clear. I could breathe again and my skin wasn’t burning up. They put me on another train, and took me to Bucharest. I trained, I learned. I did whatever they told me to do. That list of words was spoken and I was their clay, waiting to be molded into whatever sculpture they wanted me to be. I lived in a bunker there until — well, until you all found me on that rooftop.”

Bucky looked up. “Bucharest? You were in Bucharest?”

Y/N’s eyes met his. “You were there for a while, I know. They had me watching you, until …”

“Until what?” Bucky demanded. It was the harshest he had ever spoken to her. 

She swallowed and closed her eyes before she answered him, quietly. “There was a moment when I was following you, and everything they had put in my head washed away. I felt the connection — some kind of connection — and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. After everything they told me about you, I didn’t know if you would recognize me and I didn’t know if I could take that. So, I ran back to the bunker. I told them I thought I knew you and after that they didn’t have me follow you again.” 

He knew that feeling, too. She didn’t have to tell him anything else — he knew what would have come next. A list of words, maybe some brain zapping. She would have been returned to the soldier they wanted her to be. 

After a few more details, the meeting was dismissed. Y/N stayed in her chair, and Bucky stayed in his. She looked like she was waiting for him to yell or walk out. He did neither of those things, only sat there in silence. 

“I always screamed for you,” she said, breaking up the quiet. 

Bucky frowned. “What?”

“In between compliances, when I was locked away. When I wasn’t frozen. I screamed for you. Sometimes, before it all wore away and I was fully myself again, I wouldn’t even know why I was screaming for Bucky, or who Bucky was. It was always you.”

Y/N’s chin quivered as she locked eyes with him. She wasn’t telling him this to make him feel guilty; she wanted him to know that he had always been with her, no many how many years had passed. No matter how many times she had been frozen or erased, Bucky was always with her. He took her face in his hands and kissed her; fervently, almost rough. He felt her tears trail over his fingers, and his own voice was thick with emotion when he spoke. 

“Having you back,” Bucky told her, “is having my soul back. We’re never gonna be apart from here on out, if that’s what you want. It’s what I want. I don’t want another day to go by where we aren’t living life together.”

She smiled through her tears. “We’re finally getting our moment, Sergeant.”

Bucky grinned and kissed her again, pulling her up from the chair to stand with him. They hugged each other fiercely, and Bucky knew she was absolutely right. 

This was their moment. 

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