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[fineprintedsunsets]

Кролик; Bunny

ೃ⁀➷ It's the dreaded time of month and all you want to do is curl up in bed. Your soldat has other plans. ೃ⁀➷ p in v sex. dirty talk. soldat!bucky. mentions of blood. period sex. (soldat not giving a fuck). breeding kink. mentions of pads/pain. fingering. possible typos. ೃ⁀➷ 1.2k

i hate my period so much, writing about this brute helps me cope🧸

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Oh no. No. No. Not today. Not now.

Fuck, You hate mother nature.

The sheets of your bed are stained a red hue. Little spots and specks paint the white fabric and your thighs are sticky with blood.

Your fucking period. If you had enough energy you could just slam a fist into the wall, broken bones be damned.

You whimpered and whined all the way to the shower, stomach aching, legs weak. You made sure to tear off the sheets and add them to the heaping pile of laundry in your room.

As soon as you stripped yourself of your clothes and felt the steaming water hit your skin, all was forgiven. The sound of water hitting the cheap chipped tile was so relaxing you would give everything you had to be in this state forever.

Unfortunately, a girl has a water bill.

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You changed your clothes, put on low-cut shorts, and bought a shit ton of pads. It was only the first day and your flow was already heavy.

The cramps were bearable, but you could tell they were going to get a whole lot worse. Which led to your current state, in bed, lights turned off, head against a cold pillow, and blinds drawn.

An unbreakable fortress of cold pillows and snakes you managed to hoard in anticipation for this day's arrival.

You couldn’t turn on the tv, the light was harsh and irritating. So you just sat in darkness, eating Resses and groaning in pain.

Your only thought was “when would he arrive"?

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“Кролик” (Bunny) a heavy voice woke you from your sleep. A familiar musk of gunpowder and him filled your head.

“You're bleeding.” He says from the shadows. You find your fingers gripping your blankets in both anticipation and fear. Your breath hitches.

He smells it, smells you.

“You need to be bred.”

Fuck.

The Winter Soldier, soldat, in his six-foot-tall frame, rounds the side of your bed. The harsh fabric of his suit, made to withstand all kinds of obstacles was now in front of your vision.

The soldat didn’t bother to take his combat boots off before sliding into bed with you. He kneeled on the mattress, denting it.

You waited in anticipation, legs slightly parted, breath coming in slow gasps as heat filled your entire body.

“Remove your shorts. Or is it too painful?” In a way, he’s mocking you, a way of saying you will always need his help. If you weren’t drunk off him right now, you’d recoil. Sober you would not have heat pooling in her core right now.

“Hurts- Soldat. Please take them off.” You wiggled your hips to emphasize. The soldats mask covers his face, muffling the groan he made when sliding the fabric off your legs.

Your body jolted when cold metal fingers met your clothed core. You tried your best to hold in the moan you held in your throat.

“Shh…quiet, кролик” You know there’s blood on your panties, you know the soldat does too.

Except, he doesn't seem to give a shit. His fingers prod at your entrance before removing your panties entirely, along with the pad stuck to them.

The soldat looks at your cunt, the mask hiding any real facial expression. You shiver from the cold air hitting your exposed folds.

He takes two metal fingers and slides them through your folds, gathering both blood and slick. The soldat purrs as you whine. “Relax -Going to hurt, stay still.”

You do as you are told, unable to stop the soldat as he places a flesh hand against your stomach, while two metal digits slide into your cunt.

"Beautiful, sweetheart.” The Soldat hums, pushing down just a little on your tummy as the digits slowly slide in and out of you. The pain eases at whatever he’s doing to you, and pleasure becomes more prominent.

You can hear the sound of your slick as he fingers you, your back arching off the bed as he picks up the pace, adding more pressure to your stomach. “Good, кролик. Right there.”

“Doing so well for your soldat. -think you can cum for him? Hmm?”

Fuck. The edge is so fucking close and your itching to barrel over it. The soldier can feel your cunt squeezing his fingers and can see the look in your eyes as you're about to come.

His metal digits speed up, going at a pace that is sure to push you over the edge. He releases his flesh hand from your stomach to pinch your aching clit.

It’s over from there. “Soldat! Soldat- fuck ” you cry out, heart pumping and legs shaking as he works you through it, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

“So good for your soldat. Look so pretty when you come for him, so beautiful.” The soldat slides his fingers out of you, wiping your juices on his pant leg.

The soldier undoes his belt buckle, sliding off the weapon-studded pants and throwing them into the darkness of the bedroom. His cock is throbbing, angry, and red.

“Ready to be bred, Кролик? Take all you're given?” His boxers are next, his metal hand wraps around the waistband. The fabric is torn from his body in one snap.

Your legs shake and your hips squirm as he lines his cock up with your entrance, his body crowding over you, balancing himself with a hand on the headboard. “You're so wet. I bet I’d just…”

His cock nudges your fold, “-Slide right in.” The pain hits you immediately as the soldat bottoms out. You can hear him curse in Russian under the mask, as he rests his head on your shoulder.

Skin meets skin as he gives time for you to adjust to his size. You’ve taken him many times before, but it’s different on your cycle.

It’s like your womb opens up a little more for him.

“So good, sweetheart.” He moans, sliding out to just half of his length before snapping his hips to you. You can feel everything. Every throbbing vein on his cock, every breath he groans through his mask.

The Soldat always has a primal urge when you're bleeding, he needs to come inside you, needs to breed your cunt.

He wants to mark you as his.

“Soldat-" you moan, feeling his cock slide out another couple of inches, until he’s balls deep again, kissing your cervix with the tip of his cock.

The entire bed shakes with the force of the soldat fucking you, and he fucks you hard. He’s so needy, desperate to fill you up with his seed. His moans and groans do not go unheard as his flesh hand presses on your stomach.

“Watch me fuck you, Кролик. See me sliding in and out?” All you can do is nod your head, words do not come easily.

Winter Soldier presses that hand on your tummy, pushing down as he stills, balls pressed to your skin as his cock twitches inside of you. “Feel me in your guts."

A few more thrusts has you clamping down on his cock, and when the soldier feels it, he goes fucking feral.

“Milk your Soldat's cock while he fills up your pretty pussy.” The soldier does exactly as he promises, shooting rope after rope of cum inside you.

Later, he flips you on your back so your pressed to his muscled chest, cock stuffing you full, keeping his load inside you. The Soldat mutters something like, “helps with the pain.”

And damn him, he’s right.

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[thevenuscross]

just come over and bite me | oneshot

summary: you graciously accepted to cat-sit alpine for bucky while he’s away each month. you knew he was a vampire, hell his fangs gave everything away, but what you didn’t expect to find out was that your blood gives him heaven.

pairing: vampire!bucky x fem reader

warnings: (I cannot control readers who read this but if you know you cannot handle these warnings, for the sake of your sanity, don’t read this piece), biting kink, HUGE blood kink, huge age gap, reader is 23 and bucky is like 106 but he appears 32, plot porn, pnv, really emo angsty in the beginning for some reason, mentions of blood, vulgar language, size kink if you squint hard, nicknames (doll, love, sweetheart, sir, baby), mentions of period sex, prey/predator dynamics if u squint, he guides you through it, marking kink, dry humping, staircase sex, he hadn’t have sex in a while, spit play/kink, he never says good girl but it feels like he does LOL you’ll see what i mean, pregnancy mentions but reader doesn’t get pregnant(you’ll see again), if i miss anything so sorry

authors note: this is my first smutty oneshot and i decided to go with a bang of a banger. vampires! i have weird obsessions and one of them is vampire people. like yes suck my blood you dracula wannabe. medical stuff may be wrong but i just wanted vampire bucky to fuck someone. who cares about logistics! its porn! anyways, bucky is the victim for this vampire smut but overall, i hope this is up to people’s expectations because i just wrote it and never looked back to edit it LOL! anyways, the smut is down below. :)

word count: 4.3k

It was supposed to be two easy days of cat-sitting Alpine. Just like you always had every month. You cat-sit her and you earn two hundred at the end. It was all great doing this for him, especially for you. Sure it never quelled the tiny (huge) crush you had for the man but it was helpful cash for you. Plus, he confessed to you after six months of doing this that it did get lonely for him at times so, you were happy he considered you somewhat as a friend. And that he trusted you to some degree.

You knew his secret. He’s a vampire and that his monthly vacations were to quell his thirst. It wasn’t hard for you to figure all of this out and the way you found out never made sense to him, but you knew his soul. He knew yours.

It was just…you never expected to see him at his front door in the middle of the night, a whole day early from his bloody trip, staggering while he’s on his knees as blood was coated his body and clothes. The redness seeped into his floors. A tiny puddle of red slowly emerged as the darkness swallowed the color deeper. His face was flushed and beaten, his eyes barely opening.

“Oh my god.” You choked out.

You carefully placed Alpine down on the couch and rushed over to him, placing tender hands on his forehead, “What happened, Bucky?”

Bucky, with whatever strength he had left, tried to push you away from him but you stayed put, your clean hands now painted with his blood. He mumbled something incoherent as his head spinned and spinned. The air was getting dazier and thicker for him. The figure of you blurry.

“Bucky?”

He shut his eyes to wallow the pain. “You need,” He winced, trying to even his breathing as he held onto his stomach, “You need to go.”

You shook your head, inching yourself closer to him to inspect how badly the bruises on his face were before your eyes worriedly searched his body. You then used your hands to pat around and when you found the wound spot, you quickly tore off your sweatshirt. Luckily you wore a tank top underneath.

Bucky gazed upon you and started shaking his head, “Please, go. You don’t need to do this for me.”

“Are you kidding me?” You furrowed your brows as you gently moved his hands away from the wound and wrapped your sweatshirt to keep the blood from oozing out more, “Bucky, I’m your friend.”

“You’re my cat sitter.”

“You’re only saying that now cause I’m helping you.”

You disregarded how his blood was on your hands, on your favorite sweatshirt. At this point, it didn’t matter to you. This man single handedly saved your life with the money he gave you every month and to think you’ll just stand around without helping him was bullshit to you.

With quick succession, you wrapped a careful arm under his arms and hoisted him so he was able to lean on you somewhat despite his taller height. You watched him intently to see what he needed, what his face was like, what medical attention he needed.

You couldn’t let him bleed out like this even if you knew he was an immortal vampire.

Bucky stumbled a bit as you guys started to walk to the nearest bathroom. He would hiss as he moved, his face scrunched in such a way it made your heart break. His body was slumped on you mostly and you used whatever strength you had to carry this bigger man.

Pressing down on his wound, his mind still waving in and out, his eyes gazed upon your dizzy figure. “I’ll heal.” He mustered out but the way his grip tightened on you made his statement unbelievable.

“Self-healing or not, you need medical attention, Bucky.”

He frowned, mumbling, “No I don’t…”

“Whoever told you the lie that you don’t need it is a bullshitter. You’re not Batman. Just tell me what I need to do.”

You two managed to make it to the downstairs restroom. You quickly heated up a warm bath to wash him up and found some medical supplies from the sink’s cabinet. He stopped protesting against your help and let you shimmy him out of his clothes.

You pried your eyes away when you helped him take off his slacks, but you couldn’t help the disgusting urge to look at him exposed all the way. But you kept the boundaries in check, never looked below his lower half. He needed help whether he believed it or not.

The whiteness of the bathroom had splatters of the red on little spots. His clothes made the wall painted red, the doorknobs you opened were painted in the red. And when you ushered him in the hot water to wash off his blood, the water turned a lukewarm red quickly.

You cautiously cleaned the wound he had on his stomach, wiping the rest of his blood clean everywhere on his chiseled body. His erratic breaths soon turned quaint as he let you clean him. Your eyes stayed on his face to stop them from looking anywhere else on his body.

The only sounds in the restroom were the splashes of water and his occasional wince or hiss.

You were softly rubbing the bar of soap over his stomach where the wound. You absorbed every reaction from his face. His frown, his scrunched face, his brows furrowed. You took it all to see when the cleaning was too much. His eyes were shut the entire time, trying to keep the loopiness down.

“Doll…” He muttered.

You leaned in closer to hear him clearer, “Yeah?”

His hand slowly grasped your wrist and you gulped, your heart pittering. He opened his eyes, his head tilting so he could see you better. His eyes were low and dark as he moved your hand to his chest, metaciously watching your every breath, every move, every reaction.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a faint smile and ignored the way your stomach was flipping with this burning desire, “I would’ve done it in a heartbeat.”

“And you did.” Bucky jokes and the two of you sweetly chuckle but the moment falters when he hissed loudly, his head rolling back and his eyes back to being shut. “Fuck.”

“Here,” You pulled the drain from the tub fast, “Let’s put you in a robe so I can stitch your wound.”

You turned around to find one of his robes but his hand pulled you back roughly to the spot you sat at. Confused by his action, you looked at him to see him shake his head.

“I just want to rest now.”

Even though you were afraid the wound wouldn’t heal when you dragged him to his bedroom, he reassured you it was alright. (Though you still wrapped the wound with a bandage). You gave him a robe so he was able to sleep in some clothes rather than lay naked. Plus it was easier than dressing him knowing you were going to be face to face with his dick.

It eased your heart a little knowing that.

He fell asleep the minute he was covered in blankets and when his head hit the fluffy pillow of his. Little Alpine came strolling and took her place right next to him. She meowed while looking at you, as if telling you to come too in bed, but you told yourself no that’s delusional and you closed the door quietly so you could take a shower.

Yet you couldn’t sleep that night. Even after you took your shower and wore the silk black pajama Bucky gave you as a present. The second day was sleepless too. You took care of Alpine as usual but this time you waited by his door in case he needed something. By the third day where Bucky had rested like he was in a coma, you were growing restless with this urgent need bellowing in the bottom of your stomach. Combined that with your tired self, you were bitchy to yourself to say the least.

On the fourth night when you washed the pajama set (seeing how the clothes you were when he was bloody got bloodied, it was hard to wash off blood), you laid in the bedroom that Bucky claimed was yours while you were over cat-sitting. Sure you were extending your stay, but you were worried for him and if he wasn’t awake soon, you were sure he wouldn’t like to see his cat meowing and purring cause no one took care of her.

And for the first time in ages, you tried sleeping. You had your eyes shut tight and you snuggled with another pillow on the bed. There you pushed images of the beach, hiking, anything you would deem peaceful to help you sleep. But nothing worked because your random thoughts would shift to Bucky going down on you, biting you, grazing his fangs over your lips, him eating you out while you’re on your period—

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You moved your fingers to touch your lower lip and let out an annoyed huff when you realized you bit down hard, specks of blood started to drip. Frustrated, you went out of the bedroom and walked down the hallway to reach the grand staircase. You kept your hand on your mouth to stop the cut from flowing more blood.

You were six down from the stairs when you stopped, hearing footsteps from above.

“Doll?” His voice was raspy and low, maybe even a hint of sultry in it. “You’re still here?”

You whipped around to face him and the relief spread throughout. With your hand still covering your mouth, you nodded, “Of course I am,” You mumbled, “Someone had to take care of Alpine.”

He didn’t smile. But he smelled an intriguing aroma coming from you, the boxers he put on before leaving now tightening. He leveled his breathing as he started to make his slow descent towards you and you were pretty certain he was hunting you.

The way his eyes slanted and how dominating his presence was gave you this exciting feel in your core. Your thighs clenched when he stopped in front of you, one of his hands gently tugging your wrist to unwrap the gift you were beholding from him; your dripping blood.

“May I see it, love?”

You held back a whine as you nod, never looking away from his eyes. It seemed like his wounds and pain were healed. The bruise that was near his eye disappeared.

He moved your hands away from your bleeding lip. His eyes gazed upon your blood coated fingertip. He was trying hard to control himself. His jaw clenched as he reached his hand closer to your lips, peering down at you through his eyelashes.

“May I?”

“Yes.”

Your heart was beating fast as he glided his finger over your blood. Like he was a scientist, he sucked your blood off your finger and it was like tension rolled off of him. He towered over you and placed tender hands on your cheeks, gently pulling your face closer to his.

Both of your heads touched and you couldn’t deny how this situation made you feel.

“Do you know how long I wanted to taste you, doll?” His head tilt made you feel like he was taunting you, his words making your head turn into the thought of that, “Every damn month when you show up on my doorstep with that pretty little face of yours, your smell overwhelms me.”

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips. Your body squirmed around, hips trying to reach him but he inched his lower half away.

“Did you know?” He asked, his warm breath clouding your senses as he turned you into mush.

“No.”

He breathed in deep. His thumb started to trace your cheek in delicacy as he stared at your face for a while. Relishing the small reactions you gave to his touch, his words.

“Would you give me the permission to taste you even more? Touch you where you want it?”

You gazed up at him with fast nods. Your body was heated with this lustful energy and you just wanted him now selfishly. Like all of the small dreams you had of him came true.

“Need you to use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes…please.”

His tongue glided across his lips at your words, your eyes concentrated on how they glistened after. The light of the moon fell perfectly on you both. His eyes bounced to your lips and to your eyes and when you nodded again to push him to the edge, his lips engulfed yours.

It was gentle. His hands moved to your hair, to your neck, to your face, anywhere that he could touch you. He started to guide you down so you two could sit on the wide staircase, comfortable enough than standing. He leaned back on the railing, the sensual kiss pursuing. He licked your lips and rolled you on top so you were straddling him.

He produced deep grunts when he tasted your blood and when your hip started to grind against his in a desperate manner. He felt your wetness soak his boxers, his dick erecting harder at that feeling.

You moaned when his tongue experimentally prodded against yours. He assumed from your reaction it was alright and his tongue met yours again, your hands combing through his hair for some form of grounding. His nails traced your back in a repeated pattern as he bucked his hips into yours and you moaned in surprise, breaking the kiss.

The both of you catched your breaths, your chest heaving. His spit combined with yours covered your mouth, the blood he went in search for gone. You gulped and was ready to kiss him back, but his face had gone to the crook of your neck. His fangs grazing your skin, earning him shuddery breaths and goosebumps from you.

He nibbled in different areas to find your sweet spot. He listened to your every reaction and when he finally found the spot, he began sucking, and placed his hands on your hips to help you grind against his crotch. He didn’t give you a hickey, no, with a test of his fangs, he bit into your neck, holding you still as you gasped out.

“Shit!” You muttered, your forehead laying on his.

He drank your blood slowly as he didn’t want you to pass out on him but fuck, he wanted you to get used to this. He couldn’t get enough of your blood. He groaned when it reached his tongue. It was hard for him to stop, especially when you moaned and whined next to his ear, urging him to keep doing it.

But he let go. His desperation was clear when he licked over the spot he bit into to swallow more of your blood. He looked over at his bite mark proudly, loving the way you were marked. With your blood covering his fangs and mouth, he looked up at you.

“How did it feel, love?”

You moaned, arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to grind on him.

“It felt good.”

“Yeah?” He slowed your grinding, wanting you to look at him for a moment. “I enjoyed it. Your taste fucking gives me life.” He planted a kiss on your cheek, pecking his lips to your jawline, chin, neck, before grazing your lips, coating yourself in your blood, “What else did you want me to do, huh?

You hummed as you tried to push down on his clothed dick again, but his hands held a firm grip on your hips. “Fuck, Bucky, please.” You whined desperately into his ear, earning yourself a deep chuckle. “This isn’t funny at all.”

“I need you to use your words, doll. I’m not gonna do anything else unless you give me permission.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“My pleasure.”

Your lips crashed onto his. This time it was passionate. He let his fangs graze your lips and every time you shuddered or moaned, he would hump against you. You tugged on his tongue and he hummed, his hands gripping on your hips tightly now.

He did the same to you, but he eased you down on your back, his knee spreading your legs open. He soon planted kisses all over your face and neck, his hands clasping your shirt so he could unbutton it. You watched him, seeing his hands expertly doing so.

You looked at the beautiful sight in front of you. With his beefy body on top, no shirt on, and the clear erection he was keeping in his boxers, you only got more wet. You wanted to clamp your thighs together but he knee kept spreading you apart.

Bucky took your shirt off and stared lustfully at your uncovered breasts. He started to massage them, giving you tiny peeks to see if this was pleasuring for you. When he got his answer, he licked the nipple and relished in the way you rolled your head back, your back arching at the sudden warm temperature.

He gave your boobs the attention they deserved. With one hand massaging the other or squeezing your nipple sometimes while he sucked and licked the other and then he would switch. You could only moan at the worship he was giving your body, your hands beginning to tug on his hair.

He sucked on one of your breasts before releasing it with a pop, circling his spit over your nipples. He glanced at your disheveled self, “Does this feel good, love?”

You groaned at the raspiness in his voice. Nodding, your face scrunched in pleasure, “It feels good, Bucky.”

“Finally responding to my questions, hm?” He nibbled on your ear, his hands dragging their way towards your shorts, teasingly tugging on the hems of it, “You know how to be good, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” You whined, “I know how to be good.”

Bucky grinned. With a slow taunt, he got rid of your shorts and placed them somewhere near. He dragged his fingers towards the outline of your panties, rubbing his thumb in a circle on the inside of your thighs. He hummed at your desperate pleas, leaning himself closer as he started to kiss your jawline.

His fingers, so close yet so far, grazed your pussy through your underwear and you whined, bucking your hips up to find his fingers. He gently tapped your cheek so you could open your eyes, and cupping your cheek so softly, he whispered, “I want you to stare at me while I finger you.”

Fuck.

You nodded, staring into his eyes that intently stared into yours. You couldn’t even watch his fingers take your panties off or watch his fingers barely miss your throbbing cunt. You wanted to look away from his eyes so you could grab his wrist and do the work instead, but his eyes held you in your place.

One finger found your clit and you quietly gasped, resisting yourself to flutter your eyes shut. His finger started to rub your clit. Your thighs clamped on his hand but he used his knee to widen your legs again.

The more he waited and teased, the more wet you got.

“Bucky, please—“

“Shhh,” His finger dipped to your entrance and you whined, trying to grind on his finger but he simply moved it away, “It’s okay, doll. You’ll get what you want soon enough. Just keep those precious eyes on me.”

His finger went back to your wet pussy and he gathered your slick, humming when he realized how wet you were for him. Tilting his head, he found your entrance and with one finger, he pushed his finger little by little, watching how your eyebrows bunched up together and much you wanted to look away but you kept your eyes on him, letting him soak in your pleasured expression.

He didn’t move his finger for quite some time, letting you grind helplessly on his finger to find the relief yourself. The sight alone had him leaking in boxers.

Then he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly, testing you. You moaned, your hands trying to find something to grasp on. The obscene and slick noises coming from your pussy and your moans were the only sounds around you guys.

Your hand grabbed onto the railing behind you. The intense staring was hot and it only made you want more of his fingers inside of you, pumping fast. You wanted him to find your release. Let him stare at you while you orgasm.

You moaned loudly when he started to pick up his pace, his other hand finding your breasts. He spit on them, using his spit like a lube as he massaged your boobs like he did before.

“Bucky.” You drawled out his name, mumbling cuss words under your breath, “Don’t stop, please.”

But like a tease he was, he pulled out his finger, smirking when you groaned. You pulled yourself up on your elbows and glared at him, “You’re such an ass, you know that?”

He shrugged.

“Bucky—“ You gasped when he inserted two fingers inside you. You huffed, resting on your back now at the new feeling, ignoring even staring at him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Am I an ass now?”

Frustrated, you shot out your hand to his boxers and touched his throbbing dick. He grunted, eyes closing shut. His stomach tightened when you began stroking him through his boxers.

“Shit doll.” He groaned out, quickening his pace with his fingers. “This makes me want to fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck me, please.”

He pulled out his fingers again, much to your dismay, but he pulled down his boxers with your help. You stared at his dick and the way his precum glistened and leaked out. You supposed there was always another month to suck the hell out of it.

He settled you into a position as he pumped his dick. His eyes relished in the sight of your wet pussy, seeing the way it clenched around nothing. He bit his lip and positioned his dick to your entrance, looking at you, “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky used your slickness to lube the tip of his head. Guiding it to your hole, he slowly inched his dick inside, losing all of his self control when he heard you strung out moans and gasps.

He pushed himself all the way inside, his head over yours and his arms besides your head. Veins popped out from his neck as he shuddered at the feel of your pussy stretching and taking his dick.

Clenching his eyes, he bottomed out and the both of you groaned at the feeling. Your hands wrapped around his arms, nails digging into his skin. He grunted, snaking his mouth to your neck where he thrusted his hips.

You moaned and he couldn’t help himself anymore. After years of not having sex, he couldn’t help but to chase your high.

“I’m so sorry, doll.”

“Why are you—fuck!” You shouted.

Bucky slapped his hips against yours repeatedly, grunting each time he did. His arms gave up on him as he wrapped them around your back while you wrapped yours around him. He listened to your breathy moans in his ear, the primal rage in him wanting to go harder, but he restrained himself from doing so.

He felt the way your boobs moved up and down on his chest and when you started grinding your hips against him at the same pace he was going at. It was all so warm, he knew he couldn’t hold in his release for much longer if you kept doing this.

“Where do you want me to cum, doll?” He groaned out, caging you closer to him. “I, fuck, you feel so good. The way you’re clamping down on me, shit, feels like heaven.”

“Cum in me…please, sir.”

“Fuck.”

He didn’t speed up his movements but the nickname you used for him lit up a fire in him. He kissed your neck, licking over the mark he made, now littering you with purple hickeys. “You have no idea how good you feel. How badly do you want to cum?”

“Very badly?”

“Yeah?” He thrusted deeply, you moaning loudly, “You want to cum? You can cum, love. Want you to cum while I’m fucking you like this. I know this pussy wants to cum so bad. Come on, doll, cum. You got this.”

You moaned. The coil in your stomach churned when he talked to you. So cooing. With one last thrust, your thighs clenched as you groaned, cumming while he fucked you through it.

“I got you, fuck, yeah, I got you.”

He didn’t hold out for long after you did as he grunted and came inside of you. You hummed when he did, your pussy becoming sensitive the more he slowly thrust into you to finish both of your releases.

Panting, his head fell onto your shoulder, giving you tiny kisses where his mouth was. He pulled out his dick and watched his cum leak out. Fuck, there was no way he could consider you just his cat-sitter anymore.

He used his boxer to wipe down there for you, apologizing when you moved your hips away. You yawned, the tiredness catching up to you. Bucky grinned and lifted you up, letting you wrap around him as he carried you to his bedroom.

“If you get pregnant, I swear I won’t leave you.”

You laughed against his neck, “I have the arm implant. Trust me, I’m not getting pregnant, Bucky.”

“So my name is Bucky now, huh? No more sir?”

“Oh, shut it.”

He cleaned you up in his own bathroom. You fell asleep in the tub before he even finished. Cleaning himself off, he puts you in clean nightwear clothes and carries you to his bed. He covered you in blankets and kissed your forehead before moving to the other side, cuddling you.

It was safe to say you came over more than once a month.

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[princessmisery666]

His Best Friend

Summary: Your heart knows it's wrong. Emotionally it feels so very wrong, physically it’s euphoric. Who knew the world's best assassin, trained for death and destruction could cause such pleasure.

Warnings: smut, angsty-ish.

W/C: 570

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (not descriptions of body type or ethnicity)

Notes: A follow on of sorts to this tiny 100 word drabble but can be read as a stand alone.

Beta: @cockslut-padalecki

A/N: So I have covid and this little drabble was the result of me trying to distract myself when my temperature kept spiking to 39 and I couldn’t stop shivering. I now have to self isolate until 31st December therefore Christmas is cancelled for me, so who knows maybe another fever dream will produce some more drabbles.

Graphics: Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Bucky Barnes // Main

Your heart knows it's wrong. Emotionally it feels so very wrong, physically it’s euphoric. Who knew the world's best assassin, trained for death and destruction could cause such pleasure.

Bucky’s movements are meticulous and calculated, the circular rotation of his hips, followed by a deep plunge makes you lose your breath in sharp blissful whimpers. The bed creaks with every smack of flesh on flesh and somewhere, deep in the recess of your mind you hope it can withstand the push and pull of the absolute diabolical fucking Bucky is subjecting you to. But even if it doesn’t, you don’t want him to stop.

You’ve come twice and the third release is building like a plane taxiing down a runaway, faster and louder with every inch Bucky drives into you.

“Harder,” you demand.

The guys before him have struggled to sate your needs. And why it took an excessive amount of alcohol and a heartfelt conversation to make you realize your ex-boyfriend's best friend would be an absolute fiend in bed is a debate to be had at a later time. Right now, the increase in Bucky’s speed and force is the only thing your mind can focus on.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. Your name sounds like an answered prayer on his lips, and again that wrong feeling fizzles in your gut until your third climax clenches around his cock.

His arms are planted either side of your head and he gazes down at you with a look that makes you hold your breath. His expression is one you’ve never seen before, it’s hard to pinpoint the meaning behind it, but then his lips curl up at the edges and it hits you. He’s content.

Not just content in the masonry of an amazing orgasm but content in the sense of finally getting something he wanted.

“Breathe for me doll,” he says, his smile devious but caring all at once, “don’t want you passing out on me.”

You do, gasping loudly to fill your lungs.

Proudly, he praises, “Good girl.”

He pushes his thumb into your mouth and your body instinctively sucks on it while your mind reels at this new revelation.

Did he plan this?

He smooths his hand between your body and rotates his thumb on your clit and the process of thinking becomes impossible. His hips snap one last time and he stills while his cock pumps his cum inside of you, his thumb still circling your sensitive nub.

“One last time for me, sweetheart,” he encourages, “I know you can.”

And you do. Screaming up at the ceiling as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had rips through you like white hot heat. Your vision blurs and you squeeze your eyes shut as Bucky kisses you.

You’ve already decided that you’ll be gone before the darkness gives way to the light. And when the haze of alcohol has worn off and you no longer have the excuse of lowered inhibitions you’ll claim to not remember the road that led you to Bucky’s bed or what happened when you arrived there. Though you know it will be a memory you’ll return to whenever you find yourself alone and in need of release.

However, night will hold the sky hostage for a few more hours yet so there’s really no rush to leave, besides, you want to know just how compliant the Winter Soldier can really be.

Master Lists: Bucky Barnes // Main

#Smut #Bucky Barnes #BuckyBarnesSmut #JamesBuchananBarnes #buckybarnes #bucky barnes #smut #buckybarnessmut #bucky barnes smut #marvel drabble #drabble #marvel

[duckybarnes1917]

What’s Mine Is Yours - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: What’s Mine Is Yours 

Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Reader, Zemo/Reader, Bucky/Zemo/Reader

18+ only. 

 Word count: 3650

Summary:  In preparation for the mission, you, Bucky, and Zemo get a little sidetracked.

Need to know: Dom!Bucky, Dom!Zemo, praise kink, orgasm delay/denial, no use of y/n

Please don’t copy or repost this anywhere. 

Cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad. 

You were lounging on the bed, stretched out on your back. The tv was playing some drama, but you weren’t really watching it. Instead, your thoughts wandered as you absentmindedly played with the switchblade in your hand, flipping it open and closed repeatedly. The familiar sound of jaunty jazz music briefly caught your attention, letting you know the time as a late-night talk show started. Your eyelids were drooping, more from boredom than from sleepiness. You could still hear Sam and Bucky talking, or more accurately, arguing, downstairs as you drifted into a light sleep. 

Sometime later, you awoke with a start as you felt the weight of Bucky’s body land on the bed next to you. 

“Hey sleeping beauty, it’s time to go.” 

“Finally,” you said through a yawn while you sat up to stretch. “What time is it?” 

“A little after 2 am. Sam wouldn’t go to bed.” 

You shrugged and turned to meet his eyes. He was still laying on the bed, propped up in his elbow. The look in his eyes mirrored the excitement you felt at the promise of a dangerous evening. You placed your hands on either side of his face and pressed your forehead to his. 

“I do my best work in the middle of the night anyways.” 

Bucky grinned, “you’re right about that.” 

The rare, genuine grin made your heart flutter on a good day, and on days like today, it made you practically melt through the floor. 

You captured his lips in a sweet kiss, tasting the expensive scotch that lingered there. Bucky only drank scotch when he was stressed, and the taste reminded you of how sexy he looked when he was mad; and how he liked to destress after the scotch glass was empty.  

Your kiss became more forceful, and he kissed you back as he sat up and ran his hand over your thigh before he abruptly stood up and left you on the bed. 

He walked to the closet and grabbed his boots. You watched him lustfully, the swagger of his simple movements, unnecessarily sexy. He rattled on about the plan as he sat on the settee in front of the bed, his back to you, to put his shoes on. 

You crawled to the edge of the bed to sit behind him, innocently running your fingers through his hair. The plan sounded reckless, dangerous, and fun. The adrenaline that was already starting to make its way through your veins, mixed with the heady scent of Bucky’s cologne, was your own unique aphrodisiac. 

The leathery scent of his cologne wafting off of his neck was practically begging you to come closer, and who could blame you when you began lightly kissing his neck. Your hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest. You kept your movements slow, taking time to enjoy the power that his thick muscles exuded under your small hands. You were far from weak, but you still balked at the way his chiseled body looked compared to yours. The fact that he could so easily overpower you; easily take whatever he wanted from you; easily force you to comply with his every demand with his physical strength had made you lust over him instantly. Who could have guessed that all he would need to keep you under his thumb was the hold he had had over your heart. 

“Are you listening?” Bucky turned his head to look at you from the corner of his eye. 

“Of course.” You kissed his cheek, and he continued going over the plan. 

You continued trying to distract him, targeting the most sensitive spots of his neck. Your lips left light kisses followed by the quick teasing twirl of the tip of your tongue. 

He leaned into you and closed his eyes but kept talking. Then, as your lips moved closer to his ear, he started to lose his train of thought. He could feel your lips part in a knowing smile before you ran the tip of your tongue over the shell of his ear and gently sucked his earlobe into your mouth. 

“Fuck, doll,” he hissed. 

Proud of yourself, you giggled tauntingly and started to repeat the movement. Finally, he spun around to face you, roughly pulling you by the hips off of the bed and into his lap. 

His speed and strength never ceased to turn you on, and you gasped through your giggling. 

“You’re very distracting, you know. I ought to make you stay here.” 

“You’re the distracting one,” you mumbled in weak defense. 

“Do you want to go or not?” He asked as his calloused fingers danced over the exposed skin of your midriff, tempting you to say no. 

“Yes, I want to go,” you said with a sigh. 

“Then be a good girl and go wake up Zemo and meet downstairs in the study.” He punctuated the order with a firm smack on your ass, knowing it would drive you crazy. 

Using every ounce of self-control you had, you nodded your head and removed yourself from his lap. 

“And remember to play nicely,” he added, making you smirk as you left the room. 

**

Same as you, Zemo had fallen asleep waiting for the right time to leave the house. You crept into his room silently and sat on the edge of his bed. In the moonlight, you could just barely make out his face; he looked oddly innocent when he slept. For a moment, you wondered if the usual arrogant, cocky persona was all just for show. Then you reminded yourself that it didn’t matter; he was just a means to an end.  

You ran your hand slowly but firmly up the inside of his leg as you whispered his name. He didn’t stir, so you climbed onto the bed, positioning yourself between his legs. You placed both hands on his thighs, caressing him and calling his name a little louder. 

“If I pretend that I’m still asleep, will you keep doing that?” He asked as your hands moved over his inner thighs, so close to where he most desired your touch. 

“Maybe,” you teased. 

“Then consider me asleep,” he snapped, his eyes closed playfully. 

You continued moving your hands higher up his inner thigh until you reached his hips, purposefully avoiding the prominent bulge in his pants. 

He squirmed underneath you as you repeated the movement, making you lick your lips in desire.

You liked letting Bucky be dominant, but sometimes you craved the control Zemo was handing over to you. Knowing you had the power to make him - a  Baron, a man so cunning and lethal that Sam had called him ‘one of the most dangerous men in the world’ - knowing that you could make that man fall to pieces was almost as euphoric as relinquishing control of your body and soul over to Bucky. Still, a small part of you wished that he would flip you over on your back and take what he wanted from you. 

“Time to wake up before Bucky comes looking for us.” Without warning, you drug your fingers over the strained bulge in his pants with a feather-light touch. 

He moaned your name, and the sound was so sweet that you had to jump off of the bed to keep yourself from straddling him right then. 

He swore under his breath and met you at the door. “You’re trouble. I can see why James has to keep you under control.” Zemo’s finger trailed lightly down your arm as his words sent an excited chill down your spine. “How does he make you submit to him?” 

You turned to him with a smug smile, your eyes flashing with a spark of tenacity. “He doesn’t make me do anything. I do it because I love him.” 

**

As you led Zemo into the study where Bucky awaited you, your eyes grew wide. Bucky had laid out a plethora of weapons on the mahogany table in the middle of the room.

“Are we going to take out the entire town?” You asked as you joined his side. 

“Only if necessary,” Bucky replied with a kiss on your forehead. 

You grinned slightly at the tender gesture before turning back to the weapons laid out in front of you.

Your eyes scanned the display, looking for something in particular, your lips pulling down in a frown when you didn’t find it.  

“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten,” Bucky grinned knowingly. He grabbed a box off of the desk behind him and opened it.

Your lips curled into a small smile as you ran your hands over the cool metal of your daggers and guns. Finally, you picked up your favorite, a 7-inch Fairbairn-Sykes dagger, and lightly ran your fingertip over the smooth blade. 

Bucky watched you with rapt attention as if you were performing just for him. His eyes followed your every movement curiously as you put the dagger back, and your hand hovered over the other weapons. When you settled on a 9mm pistol, he nodded in approval. 

Zemo observed silently from his position on the other side of the table; you were proving to be more interesting to him than he had anticipated. 

He watched as Bucky put the box back on the desk and turned back around with ammo and a gun holster in his hands. When Bucky grabbed your wrist and slowly inserted the magazine into the pistol without breaking eye contact with you, Zemo almost looked away, feeling like he was intruding. 

The contrasting feeling of the icy vibranium hand that gripped your wrist and the warm touch of Bucky’s flesh hand on yours; the way his fingers moved delicately over the magazine before he pushed it into place; the way his eyes, filled with excitement and adoration, said everything you ever needed to know about how he felt about you - made you dizzy with want. 

Your breath hitched as the click of the magazine punctuated the sexual tension radiating between you. Bucky smirked, and you felt slightly embarrassed by how everything this man did seemed to light a fire within you. 

The feeling of embarrassment vacated your body, replaced with more desire, when he lightly grabbed your hips and turned you around, your back flush against his chest. Your gaze caught Zemo’s across the table.

Neither you nor Zemo broke eye contact as Bucky knelt down, his hands never leaving your body, to fasten the gun holster to your thigh. Zemo tried to keep his face emotionless, but his eyes betrayed the absolute hunger he felt for you. 

You smirked when Zemo broke first, his eyes leaving yours to rake down your body. “See anything you like?” you quipped with a sly grin.

Zemo’s eyes snapped back up to yours, and you nodded in the direction of the weapons table. 

Bucky looked up and saw the smug look on your face; he followed your gaze and saw the need on Zemo’s. 

He was surprised at the rush of adrenaline and the twitch of his cock in response. You indeed had a hold over him. He always gave you what you wanted. 

He stopped fastening the holster and let it drop to the floor. He ran his hands tantalizingly up your thighs. His voice was dark with lust when he spoke, “Zemo, please, what's mine is yours.” 

You looked down at Bucky, the question in your eyes clear to him. He nodded slightly, sending sparks of exhilaration and anticipation flying through you. Bucky somehow always knew what you wanted. No, what you needed. 

Zemo stared at the both of you from across the table, not sure if the invitation was just his own wishful thinking. 

Bucky’s fingers lightly trailed over your clothed sex making you shiver. Then, he unbuttoned and unzipped your pants, beckoning Zemo forward. 

Zemo’s stare suddenly felt dangerous as he looked down on you, his eyes predatory and intent. A brief thought about how sexy he must look when he’s mad flitted through your mind.The rush of fear sent goosebumps across your skin. If you weren’t wet before, you certainly were now. 

“Don’t you want to touch her?” Bucky further encouraged as he stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders. 

Zemo reached out to touch you. But, before making contact with the white lace of your underwear, he looked in your eyes, seeking your permission. 

“Go ahead, she’s going to be a good girl now, right doll?” Bucky’s voice purred in your ear, and you bit your lip as you nodded your head in agreement. 

Bucky’s fingers trailed deliciously over your neck and your collar bone, teasing at rough touches that were to come. 

“Use your words now, doll.” 

“Yes, I’ll be good. Please.” Your voice started to get whiny as your desire for one of them to just get on with it already increased. 

You didn’t know how Zemo had so much self-control after what you had put him through. Still, his lithe fingers moved achingly slow over the lace on your hip bone as he spoke to you, his voice condescending and barely above a whisper. “White lace? You are the farthest thing from innocent.” 

You could feel Bucky’s lips curl into a smirk as he kissed your neck. You held your breath as Zemo’s fingers finally moved lower. 

“So wet already,” Zemo murmured as his tongue swiped tauntingly over his bottom lip. 

He moved his fingers teasingly, rubbing your clit at the same time that Bucky sucked your earlobe into his mouth, his teeth grazing against your skin.

“Fuck,” you breathed out as you pushed your hips forward, begging Zemo to touch you more. 

“She is a needy little thing,” Bucky said to Zemo as they both ignored your movements. 

“Please, Bucky--” he cut you off by grabbing your face and turning it up towards him, smashing his lips to yours. He was enjoying this.

He broke the kiss and sat back against the desk behind him. “Begging to come already? You haven’t even taken care of our guest yet.” 

With one swift movement, he pulled your jeans down and helped you step out of them. “Before we get to that, I think she deserves some punishment for her earlier actions. Don’t you agree?” Zemo spoke to Bucky as if you weren’t even in the room.

Bucky agreed and pulled you back into his lap. You let out a small whimper as his hardness pressed into your ass. He shushed you sweetly as he ran his hands over your thighs. Then, he grabbed your right leg roughly and hoisted it across his own, leaving you open and exposed to Zemo. 

Your heart was thumping madly; they might just kill you tonight, but what a way to go. 

Zemo’s fingers ghosted over your skin, frustrating the hell out of you. You tried to move into his touch to get more friction, but he left you unsatisfied every time. 

“I thought you didn’t want me to touch you?” The cockiness of his feigned innocence made the question sound like a taunt. 

“I do. I do want you to touch me.” 

“Oh, you do? I don’t know if you deserve it after how you treated me today.” 

You licked your lips at the memory, “did you touch yourself and think about my fingers buried in my pussy?” The curiosity had been killing you, and you had to ask, despite knowing the reaction it would get you. 

Bucky forcefully grabbed your face and tilted your head up to look at him. “You’re not in charge anymore, baby girl, behave.” 

He released you, and Zemo replaced his hand with his own, pulling you closer to him so he could whisper in your ear.

“Of course I did. Do you know how hard it was to keep from fucking you senseless into that couch?” 

You moaned in response, his need making you throb. 

“Oh, you’d like that, would you?” 

“Zemo, please, please touch me,” you whimpered. 

Finally, finally, Zemo sunk his fingers below the waistband of your underwear and touched your forbidden sex. He mimicked the movements he had seen you make on yourself earlier in the day, making your head spin. 

Bucky held down your hips with one arm, keeping you from trying to grind harder against Zemo’s fingers. His free hand absentmindedly teased your nipples through the fabric of your shirt while he whispered in your ear, praising you for being so good. 

In no time, the stimulation was overwhelming, and you were teetering on the edge of release. Your head was thrown back against Bucky’s shoulder, and your eyes closed tight as you rode out the pleasure. 

“Eyes open doll, Zemo wants to see how good he’s making you feel.” 

You obeyed, and the sight of Zemo’s hungry eyes watching you as his free hand palmed at the straining bulge in his pants pushed you right to the edge. 

His name left your mouth in a filthy moan, and Zemo almost couldn’t make himself stop, but Bucky’s tap on his arm told him to remove his fingers, and he complied. 

You groaned in frustration as your orgasm slowly crept farther and farther away from you. 

Seeing the opportunity to get what you wanted, you gazed into Zemo’s yearning eyes, “Zemo, please,” you begged,your voice laced with sex, “don’t you want to hear me moan your name as you make me come?” 

Zemo let out a low moan as he rubbed himself a little faster. 

Bucky tsked disapprovingly in your ear, “why do you insist on making me punish you? You know I only want to make you feel good, but you just can’t behave.” 

“I’m sorry, I just need--” 

“I know what you need,” he said gruffly, “now sit here and take your punishment like a good girl.” 

Bucky’s words kept you close to the edge, and as Zemo tugged your underwear off and settled his face between your legs, you were already close to toppling over again. 

Your right leg resumed its position over Bucky’s thick thigh, and Zemo lifted your left leg over his shoulder. 

Bucky easily supported your weight with the arm wrapped around your waist, and you completely gave yourself over to Zemo’s ministrations. His tongue felt like heaven on your desperately wet folds. He alternated between long, languid strokes of his tongue and little short rapid ones over your sensitive clit. The only two words in your vocabulary at that moment were fuck and please. 

The short rapid strokes gave you hope that he would get lost in his own pleasure and accidentally send you plunging over the edge, but he somehow always knew when to stop. 

Bucky held your wrists, keeping you irritatingly still. All you could do was writhe and moan under Zemo’s tongue. 

His tongue began moving rapidly again. This time his fingers joined, and you thought for sure he would grant your release. But you couldn’t even get the words out of your mouth before Bucky shortly said, “No.” 

Zemo didn’t stop, though, and you were past the point of no return. So you let your body relax, resigning yourself to whatever punishment would come from cumming without permission. 

He took you higher and higher; the moan of pleasure started to build deep in your belly and travel quickly up through your chest. Then, just as it was about to be released, Zemo retreated, withdrawing all stimulation and your moan turned into a strangled cry of despair. 

The ruined orgasm moved through your body weakly, giving you not one ounce of pleasure. 

“Oh, look at you; so beautiful,” Zemo hummed, his face still between your legs. 

His warm breath made you twitch in Bucky’s arms. Anger at Zemo started to grow inside you; you hadn’t been this cruel to him.The condescending tone of his voice and the smug look on his face made you want to hit him. However, you remained still, wanting to please Bucky. 

You turned your face to him, your breathing still erratic, “Bucky, please, I’ve been good, haven’t I?” 

Bucky pretended to think about the answer for a moment, keeping you in suspense. Finally, he looked down at you sitting on his lap, dripping and desperate, and Zemo on his knees, palming at his erection while staring at your pussy. You felt his cock twitch underneath you, and you ground your ass against it. 

His hands gripped you tighter, “you haven’t earned that yet, doll, now stop moving.” When you obeyed, he released your hands; you balled them into fists to keep from touching him. “That’s better. To answer your question...you’ve been better.” Your heart sank. “Don’t you think it would be rude to come before our guest?” 

You didn’t care, but you verbally agreed with him anyway.

As your heart rate slowed a bit from the ruined orgasm, you watched Zemo back up and lean against the table, the artillery of weapons splayed out behind him. You remembered why you were in this situation in the first place. The dim lighting cascaded around his burly frame. The snug purple sweater he donned revealed the lithe muscles underneath when he crossed his arms over his chest. He cocked his head to the side, his chocolate eyes drawing you in like a lamb to slaughter. The perfectly styled coif of chestnut hair; the haughty look that was permanently etched on his face; the air of aristocratic superiority that hung around his every action; he looked absolutely sinful. You felt a twinge of guilt at how turned on you were by him and looked up at Bucky to make sure you were still on the same page. You knew each other’s safe words, but this was uncharted territory for the both of you, and you had to be sure. 

He kissed your nose and pushed you off of his lap, sending you towards the waiting Baron. 

Chapter 3

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #buckybarnessmut #zemo #zemo x you #zemo smut #helmut zemo #bucky x zemo x reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #winter soldier #dom!bucky #dom!zemo

[cunaeparker]

drunk off you | b. barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader

genre: smut (!!) | best friends | fluff | alcohol mentions 

word count: 5k

note: this is the first time i think ive written actual smut on this blog ? like the whole thing, not just references to it ? idk but im a little embarrassed lol i went ALL IN for this one . its extremely explicit for me at least so if you are below the age of eighteen , do NOT interact !!!!! i can seriously get in trouble if the sexual media you consume is mine, so please don’t .  this work is for @labella420 ‘s writing challenge. i seriously recommend checking out their blog !!!!! (p.s im stupid and got so caught up in this i forgot to use a prompt smh)  enjoy loves<333

— asgardian liquor comes in clutch, sam’s a cockblock, and tony’s parties have a tendency to get spicy 

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

Bucky didn't mean to get drunk.

It was just another one of Tony's parties and he swore to refrain from drinking, but as soon as the Asgardian liquor was in his vicinity, all hopes of that were out the window as soon as it touched his tongue.

That damn liquor was his drug.

He had gotten drunk too many times before off of it and usually the end results were horrendous—more often than not, his angered mission partner would have to stomp over to his bedroom when he was an hour late for his training and jump on him - or her favourite, chuck his shoe at his face - with frustrated shouts and a very mother-like tut of her tongue.

(The pounding headache that followed after made even the strongest of super-soldiers want to cry.)

Bucky knew that was bound to happen, but alas, he didn't listen to the small voice in the back of his head begging for reason.

He ignored it and drank with the rest of the team in the local club they rented out for the night, taking matters into his own hands even though he knew the results could be disastrous.

Because now, here he was, grinding up against his teammate, Y/N, in the heat of the club, resting his hands on her jean-clad hips as she bent over and rutted her bum against his pelvis in a filthy demeanour that had his inebriated body aching for more as small whines and slurs echoed from her throat.

"Fuck, Y/N," he grunted, carding his fingers through her sweaty hair. "We should get out of here."

He couldn't believe the words leaving his mouth because Y/N was one of his closest friends on the team, as well as his mission partner, and the mere thought of doing anything more than offering platonic cheek-kisses was absurd, but the voice of reason in the back of his head was silenced when she ran her fingers through her sweaty hair and laughed. She looked gorgeous.

She nodded at his previous words and turned around to wrap her arms around his neck.

"We should leave, but we need to leave without everyone seeing us," she said, leaving sloppy open-mouthed kisses along his neck that had his heart rate spiking, "If we get caught we'll never hear the end of it."

Bucky chuckled and dug his hands into the back pocket of her jeans, squeezing slightly and smirking when she jumped.

"Makes sense," he agreed, "I don't know how much more of Sam's teasing I can take."

Y/N hummed in response and a chuckle vibrated through his neck. "Me too."

She pulled away and smiled, ruffling his hair and taking in just how sexy he looked underneath the strobe lights and the pounding music: his eyes were wide and bleary, his hair was plastered on his forehead with sweat and a small smirk tilted up the corners of his lips, making her core tighten.

Y/N sighed at the sight but Bucky didn't seem to hear because he continued by pulling her into his chest and pressing a sloppy kiss to the top of her head. She giggled and began to trace small shapes on his arm, swaying back and forth slightly as a bleary smile quirked up the corners of his plush lips.

"Speaking of other teammates," he said casually, twirling a strand of her hair around his fingertips, "Do you think this is, like, wrong?"

"Not really," she shrugged, leaning into him and shifting with the music. "We're friends, so it doesn't really interfere with work if we fuck." She paused for a moment and frowned, "At least I don't think it does."

Bucky smirked, "Yeah."

The voice in his head was screaming now.

"But anyways," she continued, turning around and tilting her head with a small smile on her face, "I came here to have fun, not have a drunken heart-to-heart. I only have those with my cat and when I'm tipsy," she poked his cheek and stuck her tongue out, "And I'm way past tipsy, Barnes."

Bucky chuckled and pulled her into his chest.

"Me too, Y/L/N. Let's get out of here," he repeated, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck and pressing a kiss there. He smirked when she shuddered and sighed.

She went quiet for a moment and stumbled over her feet, but only before a smirk tilted up her lips. She tapped her fingers coyly on his bicep and had Bucky shivering with anticipation before saying evenly, "I've always wanted to give a bathroom fuck a try."

Bucky's drunken heart soared and he laughed, pressing a sloppy kiss to her temple as she giggled and batted his hand away.

"Great minds think alike, babe," he smiled, "That's the smartest thing I've ever heard you say."

Y/N snorted and pinched his arm. "That's rich coming from you. You're stupid."

Bucky rolled his eyes and wrapped his hand around her wrist, wordlessly urging her to come with him as he guided her through the sea of drunken Avengers and invitees.

She went silent and gave into his touch, giggling a bit and stumbling over her feet but only until her eyes landed on the singular bathroom.

It was simple, a dark mahogany with gold accents, but her vision tunneled and it seemed to be calling out to her. Everything amplified a tenfold.

Excitement and euphoria bubbled in her stomach and Bucky's warm touch on her hand became more intense. Her pupils dilated and she salivated with anticipation, not noticing Bucky's subtle glance back and forth to make sure nobody was watching them before pushing her into the bathroom and attaching his lips to hers.

She squeaked and furrowed her eyebrows, but melted into it as soon as Bucky kicked the door shut and locked it. Luckily it was only one room without any other stalls, and the sheer absurdity of it all just might've been the thing to make her initiate a dirtier kiss.

Bucky tasted like vodka and strawberries and winter.

She had seen the many ways his lips moved over the past few months and didn't know what underlying feelings she had until now. She knew they were there, but they seemed to be asleep. It just took a heady action to wake them up, and God, they were roaring.

Over the months she had memorized how he laughed when she said something hilarious, how his eyes raked over his suited-up body before a mission and how his lips twitched into a small awe-struck smile at the sight, how they frowned when he read something upsetting on his phone as she ran her fingers through his hair and how he kissed other random girls at clubs when they decided to go out after a long day of training. She always regarded him with longing and thought damn, he looks like a good kisser.

But with his lips against hers, breathing in the other with the taste of sweet liquor and honey, she never knew just how good he would be when it was her he was kissing.

She was overcome with a surge of lust and suddenly pushed his shoulders off her, pressing him against the sink and welcoming the hot pressure of his hand under her shirt as he groaned and explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting something sweet - her sweetness; a tantalizing hue of rose and cotton candy.

Bucky breathed hastily into her mouth and detached his lips from hers so he could kiss the column of her neck.

She felt her body buzzing with excitement and sighed, carding her fingers through his hair as he hummed against her skin.

She had never felt excitement quite like this before. Usually with other hookups she felt excited and maybe a little horny, but this was different - Bucky was utterly intoxicating and his warmth made her delirious with lust and anticipation.

The relationship they had was deeper than most and held more meaning than the randoms she met at clubs. He wasn't just a random one night stand. He was Bucky and he made her happy.

With that thought in mind, she smiled and pulled Bucky up, peering into his blue-grey eyes.

"Buck -"

"Sh," he encouraged, reaching behind her head and pulling her forward, pressing a kiss to her lips. "Let me taste you."

Those four words were enough to make her orgasm on the spot.

She sighed and smiled, breathing into the kiss.

"This is crazy," she mumbled against his lips, teeth clashing as an involuntary smile forced its way onto her face, "Who'd have thought we'd end up like this."

She heard Bucky's chest rumble against her own.

"It's insane," he breathed, detaching his lips from her own to continue his assault on her neck. "You looked so lovely, hon, I just couldn't help myself."

The old fashioned term of endearment made her core feel like it was connected to a live, hot wire that only Bucky Barnes could control.

She dipped her head back and tangled her fingers into his dark tresses. His lips were hot against her neck and his teeth bit at her skin, soothing the blossoming bruise with a sensual lick of his tongue.

"Shit," she mumbled, closing her eyes as she got lost in the heady movement, "You're quite sexual for an old man."

Bucky chuckled against her skin, bringing his head up to peer into her longing eyes.

His lips were red and puffy and his hair was the epitome of the word messy. The sight of him made her want more.

She smiled softly and leaned forward, putting her fingers on the front of his suit as she pulled him towards her.

"Fuck me, Bucky," she whispered pleadingly, peppering his neck with little kisses, "I can't wait anymore."

Bucky's breath hitched as she hit the perfect spot on his jugular. He tossed his head back and groaned quietly, already in shambles, threading his fingers through her hair.

"You want to do this right here?" he asked quietly as she hummed, "Are you sure?"

She pulled away and Bucky swore there was an evil gleam in her eyes.

"Yes," she whispered, brushing her lips against his. "I want you to fuck me right here."

Bucky groaned and threw his head back, face contorting into a look of pure need.

And that was all the confirmation she needed.

She slammed her lips onto his again, but this time, it wasn't for the sake of fun, but for the sake of lust.

"Fuck, honey," he hummed, moving forward to catch her lips as he ran his hands up her shirt, "You don't know what you're doing to me."

She couldn't muster up the words to reply. His ministrations on her breasts over her top were inhumanly good---she silently thanked whatever God there was because she had felt an urge to go without bra tonight; it had done her mighty well.

Bucky grinned at her lack of response. "Baby, you're absolutely fucked already, aren't you?"

She bit out a desperate whine of agreement and his grin widened.

"That's what I thought," he whispered. His eyes only seemed to get darker as he peppered a trail of kisses on her jawline to the side of her lips, not bothering to fully kiss her. His hands started to un-button her top, and when he couldn't take apart those damn buttons thanks to the sheer size of his hands and the level of inebriation he was in, he scowled and ripped her front open.

She gasped. "That was my favourite shirt!"

"I'll buy you a new one," is all he mumbled as he began trailing kisses over the top of her breasts, to her belly, to over where she wanted—needed—him most.

She moaned and rocked her hips towards his face.

Bucky smirked. "Eager?"

With a gulp, she nodded.

Bucky's eyes darkened. "Perfect," he whispered.

His hands found their way to the button of her pants, undoing the top. She shimmied them off with help from Bucky, heart in her throat as her chest heaved with anticipation.

Bucky's eyes were staring. Her wetness was practically seeping through her thong, and if it was anyone else she was with she would have the mind to be embarrassed, but she was too drunk and high on Bucky Barnes to find it in herself to care.

"Aren't you lovely," he whispered to himself, bending down on his haunches. He looked up at her through hooded eyes, pressing a languid kiss to her calf, then her quad, then the inside of her thigh.

"Bucky," she whined, "Don't tease. They're gonna notice we're gone if you don't get to it."

Bucky's eyes seemed to get brighter.

"Then I'll have to make you come before then." He looked animalistic. "I don't care whether it's on my tongue or cock."

Y/N's eyes nearly bulged out of her head.

Then he connected his lips to her clothed core.

It was just an innocent lick, but the absurdity of it being her teammate she was doing it with sent a wave of spirals down her body, a strong bolt of electricity travelling to the apex of her thighs.

"Shit, Bucky," she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried her best to keep quiet.

She felt him smirk against her core. He licked up her wet panties again before finally, finally, pushing them to the side, allowing him to touch and see her most vulnerable part.

His blue eyes morphed to a shade of grey, desperate.

"Jesus, doll, you're soaked," he said quietly, amused, gazing into her dripping core with a small look of satisfaction.

Y/N felt a flash of embarrassment. "I know," she muttered, having half the mind to apologize for some strange reason, but she didn't have the chance; Bucky's lips were connected to her pussy now.

"I fucking love it," he grumbled. His eyes were the darkest she'd seen them yet. "You're so..."

He didn't finish his sentence. He started eating.

Y/N threw her head back, arching her back as her whole body shuddered. She but out a yelp, biting her lip as she tried to keep quiet, but Bucky didn't care.

Slurping on her pussy as if it was his last meal, he licked a stripe up her lips to her clit—which of course he knew how to find—looking like he was in utter bliss. There was no hint of smugness in his face, only the want for pleasure and the need to give it.

It made her for restless for more.

"Fuck, you're close already, aren't you," he mumbled. He nibbled on her clit, making her suck in a breath and squirm under his touch.

She nodded in response, eyes squeezed shut, barely able to form words.

Bucky only nodded slowly, running his finger up  her core to collect her juices. He looked pensive for a moment, all before bringing his finger to his lips and sucking on them. He hollowed out his cheeks and closed his eyes, groaning, as the taste of her took over his tastebuds.

The sight nearly made Y/N come.

"Mm." Bucky's eyes fluttered at the taste, eyebrows furrowing into a desperate knot. "You're lovely."

Y/N couldn't respond.

He leaned forward, putting his muscular arms on both sides of her. He brought a hand to her jaw, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

"Suck," he demanded, voice low.

Nodding slowly, she took his pointer finger into his mouth and obeyed. She hollowed her cheeks as her tongue wrapped around his finger, warm from her dripping core, eyes fluttering shut at the taste of her arousal.

She hummed lowly, brining up a hand on hold onto Bucky's arm.

"Doing so good for me," he rasped, "Doing so well."

Y/N felt a shudder course through her body.

The moment was sensual and sexual and Y/N wanted nothing more than for Bucky to fuck her—until the thought was shattered by a quick knock to the door.

"Hey, Y/N, are you in here?" Sam Wilson's voice echoed out, causing Bucky to groan and put his head in his hands. "I think Thor's looking for him!"

Y/N frowned, looking to Bucky, confused.

"Uh," she slurred, watching that familiar gleam make its way back into his eyes, "I don't know where he went, sorry."

Bucky snickered like a mischievous child and Y/N almost whacked him.

Behind the door, she heard Sam swear loudly.

Y/N frowned. "Why do you need him? What's he done this time—oh!"

Her eyes became the size of saucers as she felt Bucky's thick fingers thrust up into her dripping pussy. She threw her head back and hissed, trying to bite her lip to keep quiet.

Bucky looked like he was having the time of his life; and to make matters worse, he just pressed his lips to her clit.

Y/N gulped and nearly forgot about Sam. Completely enamoured by the blue-eyed soldier in front of her, she had half the mind to tell Sam to fuck off and let her enjoy her orgasm, until she heard his voice again.

"Are you alright?" he called, suddenly sounding concerned, "I just heard something." He paused. "Don't tell me you fell in the toilet again."

Bucky almost laughed, but he put a hand to his mouth before it could escape.

Y/N shot him a glare from between her thighs, "I didn't fall in the toilet, thanks, it's nothing."

Sam went quiet for a moment; but of course, in the quick silence that followed, Bucky took the liberty of beginning his ministrations again.

She rasped a heaving breath. The pleasure of his tongue on her core was nearly unbearable and it took every ounce of strength she had not to moan.

"Y/N?" Sam asked again, bless him, "Are you sure you're alright?"

Bucky nibbled her clit and she squeaked, clamping a hand over her mouth.

"It's n-nothing!" she replied, face contorted, "I just... fuck, I just slipped."

She could heard him mutter something that sounded suspiciously like, "Drunk bastards," before continuing his spiel.

"Well," he said, "If you know where Bucky is, can you relay this message to him?" Sam didn't let her respond before saying, "Thor's pissed because all the Asgardian liquor is gone. I'm assuming it's Barnes because Cap doesn't drink and it's the only thing that gets super-soldiers drunk."

She squeaked out a brief hum of acknowledgment, lip tucked between her teeth with such pressure she nearly drew blood.

Sam hesitated for a moment before deeming the interaction good enough, rapping his knuckles on the door in farewell.

She suppressed a scream at how well Bucky's fingers worked into her.

Suddenly, he stood up from the ground, fingers still working their assault on her pussy. His eyes became a stern line and he looked at her with an expression that almost read anger, though she's pretty sure he wasn't angry—maybe annoyed?

He pressed his hand to her mouth to silence her and she nearly bit it.

"He left," she hissed, "Why are you stopping?"

Bucky held up a finger, eyes calculated, before—in perfect timing—pointing to the door as soon as Sam said, "You still in there?"

Y/N's lustful gaze became weary.

Bucky put his head in the one palm that wasn't inside of her.

"When is he fucking leaving," she heard him growl, looking like he had half a mind to run to the door and kick him halfway across town. "I swear to fucking God."

Sam, obviously not hearing the interaction from inside, continued, "—Yeah, so basically Thor said he'd curse Buck if he found out it was him and I don't want him to sprout feelers from his head or some other crazy shit, so I thought I'd tell you. Yeah."

He went silent, probably awaiting a final response.

Bucky looked to Y/N expectantly, raising an eyebrow as if saying, he isn't going to leave until you talk.

Y/N rolled her eyes and went to nip playfully at his smug figure, only before his fingers curled perfectly inside of her, causing her eyes to roll back in her head as a low gasp rasped through her throat.

"Fucking bastard," she hissed.

Bucky smirked.

She looked to the door, "Thanks for the info," she said in response to Sam, trying her hardest to keep her voice even, "I'll tell him when I see him."

Sam's voice sounded oddly smug from behind the door.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "Let me know when you find him."

She heard his footsteps echo away and nearly let out a screech of pleasure. The sheer relief of finally being able to be slightly louder and feel the way Bucky played her like a fiddle was unparalleled to any kind of relief she's ever felt.

"You almost gave us away," Bucky muttered suddenly, jolting her from her thoughts. She expected him to look upset, but he looked anything but angry; he looked pleased. "You almost got us caught, sugar," he repeated.

Y/N bit back a response, "It's a little hard to be quiet when you're fucking doing—THAT!"

For some unknown reason, when she was talking to The Cockblock she presumed, Bucky took the time to undo his belt and pull out his dick. Unbeknownst to her, his cock was out and pushing into her without warning.

Her eyes widened as the pair both let out a moan, hers considerably higher, his extremely satisfied.

"Fuck," Bucky drawled, looking utterly debauched as his eyebrows knotted together in pleasure, "You're so tight."

She couldn't manage a response.

Her eyes met his pleadingly, and from the amount of dangerous missions they both had to endure, he could read the fucked out woman like a damn book.

Please, she seemed to say.

A flash of concern surfaced under Bucky's eyes. Perhaps he misread her expression. But before he had an opportunity to voice it, she caught it and silenced it.

"Don't worry, Buck, I need you to fuck me—please," she breathed, begging, as his expression became level again. "I fucking need you."

Bucky groaned at the sight of her begging, and without any warning, again, he began to thrust into her.

She cried out, eyes wide as his girth stretched her perfectly, offering that sweet, sweet burn that she missed so much.

"Shit!" she moaned, eyes beginning to water as Bucky grunted, "You're so big, fuck, I can't—"

"Take it," he hissed into her ear, voice so hot is seemed to scald her lungs and eat her up, "Take my cock."

Her eyes rolled back into her head. His filthiness was incredible and sent a direct throb of pleasure to her clit.

"God," she moaned out, having to hold onto Bucky's biceps as his jackrabbit thrusts pounded into her at such a quick rate she could barely keep conscious. The pleasure was so consuming she nearly fainted in his arms.

He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut as she clenched around him, tangling her trembling fingers into his hair. He grabbed her calf and hitched it onto his hip, hitting her at such a deep angle it had her falling apart.

She yelped and almost cried out again before Bucky crashed his panting lips into hers, swallowing the moan.

She kissed him back feverishly, tongues twisting as both of their eyebrows furrowed in none other than pure ecstasy. He brought up his other hand to cup her cheek, pulling her closer towards his shiny lips, spilling his sweet spit into her mouth.

The movement was so hot and sexual coming from him she almost became delirious with the pleasure.

"Fuck," she moaned against his lips, his own mouth wide open and breathing hotly into hers as curses spewed from her own, "Oh, God, shit, Bucky... fuck, Buck..."

Suddenly, the moment became tender and her quiet utter of his name was the catalyst.

For a split second his thrusts slowed, kiss turning languid, the fingers that were pressing into her cheek relenting their harshness...

The reality of the situation suddenly sank in.

Y/N was fucking her partner, her best friend, in the bathroom of some random club.

And without any warning, a laugh bubbled from her lips.

Bucky pulled away, thrusts slowing as his lips twisted into a pout.

"What?" he breathed.

Y/N snorted and fell against his shoulder that was now bare (though she can't remember ever taking his shirt off), laughs falling uncontrollably from her puffy lips.

"We're fucking in a bathroom," she tried to contain her laughter as Bucky's gaze softened, blue eyes starting to glimmer, "We're fucking in a bathroom."

"Yeah, we are," Bucky laughed, voice dripping in mirth as a small smirk twisted up his features. He brought up a hand to cup her jaw and kissed her nose. "It's weird for me too."

Y/N frowned, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead—the sweat that he had induced—in such a nonchalant manner that for a split second, Bucky thought that he had half a mind to continue his earth-shattering thrusts.

"C'mon, it's not weird if we're drunk," she said, trying to ease that sense of sober guilt that seemed to be poking through that drunken fog more and more. She smiled. "I like having sex with you," she paused, "In a bathroom."

Bucky laughed and dropped his head to her shoulder. "God, we're insane."

Y/N smiled and kissed the top of his head. "Yeah, I know."

Bucky went quiet for a moment. Suddenly pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her shoulder, her amused gaze softened considerably.

He didn't speak for a few moments.

He brought his head up to look at her, blue eyes glassy and lips puffed. His gaze was loving, and she were so invested in it she almost didn't notice his hips slowly starting to pick up again.

No words were exchanged this time, and she gladly let him continue his thrusts because this time, this time, it didn't feel like a drunken blur. It felt like intimacy. It felt like making love in a location that is absolutely not ideal, but it also felt like sex. Not a crude fuck, not a one night stand, but sex, with someone she genuinely cared about.

Bucky's hips met hers as burning eye contact never wavered, hand pressing against her cheek.

"Fuck," he mumbled, biting his lip in a way that had her whimpering and clenching around him, "You're so pretty."

It was a drastic change from the filth he was speaking before but the simplicity of the statement made her heart feel warm.

Her eyes glimmered and she sighed, arching her back, bare chest meeting chiseled planes of muscle. She brought up a hand to cup his face.

"You're so handsome, Bucky Barnes," she whispered.

Bucky's reaction was immediate: blue eyes softening, eyebrows knitting together in a love-filled line, lips threatening to break into a smile. He didn't know how to respond, so he opted with the only way he knew how to show it, which was emphasizing that he understood.

He kissed her.

His thrusts sped up and her chest was heaving, breasts bouncing against his chest, dog tags dangling and chilling her heated body, but she could barely feel any of those sensations.

She only felt Bucky.

She closed her eyes and melted into his kiss, and though it was a little messy and miscalculated thanks to the alcohol still roaming their veins, she tried to relish every second of it.

Bucky knew how to kiss. More specifically, he knew how to kiss her.

Y/N sighed.

"Bucky," she whispered, feeling her core tighten again as his thrusts were back up to the earth-shattering speed he was at before, "Open your eyes."

And slowly, he did.

He brought his head up to look at her, mouth hanging open and lips shiny with spit, eyebrows contorted as he felt her and only her.

The room spun out of view and it only became Y/N and Bucky; moans on moans, flesh on flesh, metal hand cupping her jaw and flesh hand rubbing vigorously on her clit, Bucky so painfully close to release and Y/N already teetering on the edge.

"James..." she suddenly moaned into his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to his earlobe, "'M gonna come, oh god, fuck, James—"

It was his name spilling like a prayer from her lips that prompted him to provide her with the last thrust that had her coming. Hard.

Y/N's eyes rolled back into her head, hands tangling in his dark tresses as he chased his own release, knocking his head against her collarbone. Grunts and broken moans rasped from his throat, coaxing her high to reach its unbelievable peak.

Electricity scorched through her entire body and she felt like it could shoot through the tips of her fingers. She felt like she was floating, like she was in her own content subspace that had Bucky and only Bucky... she was writhing, mouth open in a silent scream.

Her mind-bending orgasm set off his own within seconds.

"Fuck, Y/N," he gasped, groaning so deeply she nearly felt it rattle her bones. With a low, choked moan, he finally came inside of her, coating her walls with his seed as she shuddered, masking the urge to violently shake.

There was a silence.

Bucky's head rested on her clavicle, chest heaving; her eyes were shut closed, breaths coming out hard, hand combing through his hair as she leaned back against the counter, back hitting the mirror.

Y/N figured Bucky didn't know what to do when the situation was tender for him. Perhaps he was uncomfortable. The poor man was so traumatized and broken that she was just thankful he was able to show some of that love inside of him that still lingered—perhaps it would take some coaxing to bring out, but she knew that she could.

In a sense, she always knew the real Bucky Barnes was in there somewhere.

Gingerly kissing the top of his head upon hearing his shaky, relieved sigh, he brought up a hand to gently squeeze the side of her thigh. She smiled.

Things could not get any better.

Until another sharp knock on the bathroom door made her and Bucky jolt apart, puncturing the content subspace. Again.

"James Barnes, you cannot drink all my liquor and expect to get away with it! I know it was you, you blasted scoundrel!"

A silence followed.

Y/N laughed loudly, and it was followed by a rather unattractive snort which had Bucky bursting out in laughter, too; she just proved that it was, in fact, Bucky Barnes that drank the liquor all along, and that she was in there with him.

She faintly heard Sam yell, "I told you they were fucking!", though in an odd way, she didn't find it in herself to care.

She felt okay.

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Dear Sebastian Stan, It would be great if you would let me give you that gawk gawk 5000.I am actually pro I have been on tumblr and Wattpad and ao3 for some years now and at this point I’m an expert just give me a couple minutes pls I beg, and if you do not  want head we could compromise and you could raw dog me will whispering “ good girl , and mommy in my ear “ and if you are feeling a little kinky you can even spit in my mouth if you would like okay thank you.

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[endlessbucky]

Tease (Bucky Barnes)

Words: 1184 ups

Warnings: smut, y'all know me. Unprotected sex, dry humping.

This is PWP just incredible sex with Bucky:)

All mistakes are mine as always xx

“Don’t tease me like that ever again Doll.”

You knew that this was coming really. You have been teasing him since you woke up, letting your towel slid down your body letting yourself naked and wet in front of him. Brushing on his cock as he trained or pecking his lips letting your tongue run across his lips. So yes, maybe you were really a tease.

“You like being a tease and I don't fucking like it.” His thrusts never slowed down as he spoke. Holding yourself even closer, he aimed his cock deeper inside you, you moaned as the first contractions of your orgasm began to start.

“Just like that, come around my cock baby. Let me feel you, milk me.”

His voice was deep and demanding and your body responded to it. Your pussy clenched tightly around him as you began to come, your moans muffled by Bucky’s hands as your cunt milked him.

“Fuck baby…”

Bucky’s thrusts lowered as he began to come, your pussy being to tight that his movement were restricted, with two more thrusts he came, deep inside you leaving you panting against the wall.

“We aren’t done yet, just wait till we go to the bedroom.”

Your mind was still fuzzy so you didn’t get what he said. Rapidly he pulled himself out off your pussy, got himself on his pants and then processed to put your panties on and your dress on its place.

“Come on.”

He intertwined your hands as he practically dragged you to the bedroom. You now, more in control of your own mind, followed him. Feeling his cum slide out off your pussy was making you horny all over again.

When you both got in the bedroom, Bucky’s lips were on you once again, sucking and biting, grabbing your hair as he made your body cling against his. You could feel his cock, still hard, against your center, he wasn’t done with you and you were glad because you wanted more.

With your mouths still against each other, he ripped your dress, leaving you on your drenched panties. His action making yourself more worked up, arousal mixed with his cum ,you clenched your tights in attempt to release some tension there. The action didn’t pass for Bucky, who smiled like the mouse who got the cheese.

Moving his hips against you, you moaned on his mouth as his covered cock rutted against your clit, his pants getting wet by your fluids.

“You are so wet. Is this for my cum baby? Or I am turning you more on?.”

Your response was a whimper as your hips moved against him too, the friction was electric and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

“I know those sounds baby, you going to come?.” You nodded still moving your hips. “Then cum, cum for me baby.”

You were too desperate now, pressing yourself harder against his boner you began to come. Wave of pleasure traveled your body as your orgasm crashed. When the last wave was done, you let yourself fall in Bucky’s awaiting arms. The smile on his face denoting how proud he was of himself. You looked destroyed, and he didn’t even touch you.

Kissing your neck as you calmed down, he carried you to the bed, your body reacted at the kisses and you moaned as you wrapped your arms and legs around him.

“Bucky please…” You wanted what you wanted and that was him inside you, now.

He chuckled as he let you in the bed, getting a great view of you almost naked. “I know baby, I got you sweetheart.” He accommodate himself on top of you and kissed you again, your legs wrapped around his hips again wanting him to be closer to you.

You were wet, dripping, slik, hot. Every damn synonym described you. You didn’t want to play more games, you wanted him as deep as he could get, and you let him know.

“Fuck baby. You going to make me blow, dirty mouth you got there.” He moved away and you cried out clenching your legs to make him stay still. He laughed and kissed you again. “Just going to get naked, Doll.”

Nodding you let him move, he got up, first he lose his t-shirt, you moaned at the sight, you checked him out without shame, your eyes traveled south and you saw it. His pants were wet, a huge stain was there. You moaned feeling embarrassed and hid your face with your hands.

“What’s wrong?”

You didn’t want to say it loud but… “Your pants… are wet.”

Bucky looked down on himself and saw what you mean. A moan left his mouth. “Fuck baby, that’s so fucking sexy.”

“How’s this sexy? It’s embarrassing!”

Bucky shook his head as he removed his clothes, coming to you. Reallocating himself once again on top, he made you look at him.

“Baby, this is not embarrassing at all. You are wet and believe it’s so fucking hot.”

He didn’t give you time to replay. Kissing you fiercely, he moved his hands all over your body, teasing every inch of you. Soon his metal hands met your panties, and broke them, throwing them somewhere in the room. His metal hand returned to your pussy, his fingers moving around in your wetness, he grunted as his cock swelled.

“ You really are a mess, fuck. Gotta to have you.”

Adjusting himself between your legs, he waited for your approbation, when you did, he grabbed his cock and guide it you your core, he didn’t tease anymore, he slid himself inside you, you were wet enough and swallowed him easy.

“Fuuuuuck. You feel like a fucking dream. So tight, so wet, so hot. You going to make me blow.”

Bucky was trying really hard to no explode right there, your pussy was so fucking wet, and he really wanted to cry because of the feeling.

“Move Bucky, please.”

He clenched his jaw, he really wanted to move, but the fear of coming before you made him stay still. Then you clenched around him and he lost control. Slamming inside you, he began to move in a frenetic pace, his cock easily sliding inside and out of your pussy. His cock was touching every inch of it making you cry in ecstasy. Groans and moans filled the room, and Bucky was almost there.

“I- I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come. Fuck.”

He came. His body tensed as his cock swelled and rope after rope of cum filled you up. He moaned lost on the feeling as his hips thrust pathetically wanting to be even deeper on you.

When the feeling was done, Bucky opened his eyes, a flash of deception grew on him, when he acknowledged that you didn’t come.

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Bucks, it’s okay, like I did come three times today.” He interrupted you, pulling his soft cock of off you, he moved south till his mouth was on your dripping pussy.

“No, ‘it’s not okay but don’t worry, I’ll never let my girl without come.”

And he didn’t.

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All Bucky Barnes x reader oneshots…

It was true. You've never once seen Bucky react in anyway towards a dog whenever you've walked through Central Park. But when a cat brushed up against his legs whilst the pair of you were sat outside a coffee shop in Paris, Bucky cracked a tiny smile and let his fingers dangle so they could brush the cats tail. Cat person, right?

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[fineprintedsunsets]

JAWBREAKER

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 1 | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

Synopsis: Bucky's been hired to watch you as a favor to his best friend; your father. But when a game of spin the bottle has Bucky choking on his words, he just can't help himself anymore.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: age gap (both are consenting adults). dbf!bucky x f reader. mentions of violence against others (nothing undeserved) jealous bucky. unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it.) dirty talk. possessive bucky. p in v sex. is a hired bodyguard a stalker? maybe? idk. lots of praise + pet names.

taboo au + "this is fucked up" "you like it"

How Bucky ended up at a Halloween party for drunk teenagers was a mystery. A ghost-themed one at that. Kids who he wasn't even sure should be drinking clutched red solo cups filled with various alcohol, laughing obnoxiously and passing hushed whispers.

He rolled his eyes.

Teenagers.

He was sent here by your father, and although he loved the man (practically his best friend) this was the one event he regretted agreeing to accompany you to. You were 19, and why you wanted to go to a ghost-themed party with sixteen and seventeen-year-olds was beyond him.

Nevertheless, he agreed to supervise you for your father's sake. The second he steps foot through the frilly-decorated entrance, he smells the overpowering scent of marijuana and Axe cologne.

Thank god he didn’t grow up in an era where boys would wear that shit and think they were the coolest fuckers around. His nose turns up, turning to its source. It was indeed three teenage boys with what must have been a gallon of gel in their hair and crooked smiles splayed on their features.

They accompany a girl at the table, he can't see her features due to the blocking backs of the boys, but he can see one of them lift their fingers to brush ever so slightly against her arm.

The girl moves away, and when she does, Bucky's eyes catch on her.

It’s you, his best friend's daughter. He tries hard not to let his eyes linger on you, knowing he has only one job here tonight, and it’s to keep you out of harm's way. There was only one problem with that. Your father kept most of his work life hidden away from his wife and since he worked with a lot of cruel people, he decided not to involve you either.

Which means you had never met his best friend. You didn’t even know he had one. Bucky was sent here to watch you from afar, your dad didn’t want you to know he sent someone to supervise you every single time you went out.

You pass the boy a look, awkwardly shaking your head. You attempt to laugh it off and walk away, but the boy grabs your wrist. Bucky bristles where he stands against a wall, having just entered.

He can’t approach you, he couldn’t risk you finding out who he was. But oh how he wanted to break all twenty-eight of Jelly Hair’s pitiful knuckles.

“Let go, Jake.” You growl out, but Jelly Hair won’t let up, wrapping his digits around your tiny wrist and forcing you to sit back down. It angers him, how the other boys he’s sitting with laugh at his antics.

A loud crunching sound echoes from someone over at your table and Bucky leans away from the wall, getting ready to intercept, thinking he may have hit you. He should be ashamed of the anger that blossoms through his chest.

Jake’s fingers slip from your wrist as the other boys jump up. Jelly Hair turns toward the door where Bucky is standing, allowing him to spectate the blood now running from his nose.

He can’t help the smile that graces his features.

You hit him.

“My girl” Bucky finds himself whispering. He tucks his hand in his pockets, moving away from the entrance and more profound into whoever's house this is. White lights flash from the rooms as music blares from speakers in the living room.

Everyone is dressed like a ghost, some people; like you are wearing a t-shirt that displays a cute drawing of a supernatural creature. Others wear sheets with glasses placed overtop of them, or uneven eye-holes cut out of the white fabric.

Bucky grabs a solo cup and fills it up with Cola, the only non-alcoholic drink on the ping-pong table. His metal fingers grip the cup and bring it to his lips, only to spit it back into the cup.

“What the fuck.” He mutters, scrunching his face in distaste. He does a double take on the bottle, bringing the contents up to his nose, Rum.

It’s fucking Rum Coke.

He takes the cup anyway, having no intention to sip from it anymore. He blends in this way, holding a solo cup just like the other hundred people here. His blue eyes search for you in the crowd, spotting you right away, your body settled on the lap of a man, early 20’s he’d say.

A feeling he’s all too familiar with when it comes to you surges through his veins, seeing the white skirt you're wearing hike up, allowing him and everyone else to see his hand knead at your ass.

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he watches you lean into the man, your lips wrapping around his, your eyes closing. Bucky has no idea who he is, but whoever he is, his dick is growing hard under you, having very clear intentions of what he’s about to do. And Bucky will be damned if he allows you to get fucked by this piece of shit.

Not that it should matter to him. You should have a man that would treat you right, protect you, pleasure you. Not this dick-wad who wants a quick fuck. Your father wanted him to keep you out of trouble, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

At least, it’s what he tells himself.

Bucky watches for a few more seconds as you rub yourself over his cock, painfully humping it. He knows you aren’t getting any pleasure out of it, it’s evident on your face. The dick-wad beneath you is, and that’s what makes Bucky’s fingers ball into tight fists, making him grind his teeth down again, on the verge of breaking his goddamn jaw.

That’s what you were.

A fucking jawbreaker, surely you were smarter than this. You had to have known you were worth so much more. You had to know dick-wad couldn’t make up for a quarter of that amount.

“Spin the bottles starting downstairs!” A girl announces from the banister. She’s drunk, very drunk, Bucky notices. She also must be the owner of the way her fingers wrap around the railing.

He could just tell.

Bucky feels the relief flood his chest when you turn away from the man, clearly seeing a good excuse for escape. He growls but lets you go as he soon follows suit. Bucky has no interest in watching you play spin the bottle, but of course, he has not all a choice.

He couldn’t decide whether it was his job, (why he was here in the first place, he’s had to repeat that to himself a few times throughout the night.) Or because he didn’t want to watch a bunch of horny teenagers shove their fucking tongues down your throat, heat bloomed in his chest, mixing with anger.

Either way, he would have to break more than fourteen knuckles tonight.

✪

Bucky’s already taken his place on the wall, going unnoticed as the kids gather around in a circle, sitting with their legs crossed, fixated on the bottle that is situated in the middle.

You sit on the right side, next to some other girls he recognizes.

Women.

You were 19 years old for god sake.

The woman from earlier, the owner of the house, Bucky had now learned the name of, Jess plops next to the man from earlier, her eyes analyzing all the players. Other people stand, just here to spectate the game, giving Bucky plenty of cover.

“We need one more player!” Her voice slurs, looking up from her sitting position, searching for the correct person to fill the gap right across from you. Your eyes search around with Jess’s until both pairs land on him.

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

“What’s your name?”

Bucky grinds his teeth together again, he’ll be very surprised if he has teeth after tonight.

“James.” He grits out, trying his very best to seem like he doesn't want to be here. Which isn’t very hard.

He doesn't.

“You look a bit old to be here, James.” Jess' eyes roam the others, looking for the attention she so desperately wants. The others let out faux chuckles. Bucky can still feel your eyes burning through his, even though over fifty pairs are now aimed at him, you stick out.

You always have.

“Who invited their dad, guys?” Jess pokes again, her ghastly features twisting in a terrible laugh. Other people laugh now, but Bucky doesn’t mind. You don’t laugh, your features scrunch at Jess’s words. The man didn’t look old at all, older than a teenager sure, he was quite handsome.

“Come on, James. Join us!” You call, and the man's eyes immediately meet yours. You can’t help yourself, you gasp at the intensity of them, the beautiful blue irises that stare back at you.

Bucky still didn’t move from the wall, it was very evident he had no choice in this matter. “A little party never killed anybody, James.” Jess’s cat-like mouth squeaks.

“Bucky-” He corrects, heaving a sigh. “Just Bucky.” Bucky walks over to the circle, watching the gathering crowd part. Allowing him to sit like the rest of them, occupying the spot across from you.

“Let’s get started, Anon, Why don’t you spin first?”

Anon, a very stereotypical frat boy reaches for the bottle, his companions cheering behind him. The glass spins as everyone's eyes follow it, even Bucky’s.

The end lands on Jess, which is ironic. Bucky is checking off his mental checklist, he’s no matchmaker but..

Obnoxious Voices. Check. Annoying Presence. Check. Feline Like Faces. Check. Rich Pieces Of Shit. Check.

Those two were made for each other.

The two kiss awkwardly, the whole crowd kicking and screaming taunts, acting like children who just touched a deceased insect. Bucky settles into the hard-concrete floor, getting ready for a very excruciating game.

✪

It’s about an hour before you finally get the bottle in your hands. Everyone waits on bated breath as you capture your bottom lip between your teeth. You grab the bottle and spin, watching the glass glide across the concrete floor.

It clicks and clanks before it stops, and the endpoints to the stranger.

The older man that’s been stuck to the wall the whole party. You’ve never seen him before but were quite intrigued when you caught him looking at you during the game, pretending as if he wasn't.

The stranger's eyes flick open, looking at the end pointed towards him and then where you sit across from him. You smile to yourself as Bucky stays in his position.

The chanting starts when Jess’s voice echoes through the room, “You have to kiss the old man!” She’s 20, but acts like a five-year-old.

“Kiss!”

“Kiss!”

“Kiss!”

People around you repeat, and so you do the only logical thing to do. You place your hands in front of you and crawl to Bucky, knowing full well your skirt is riding up as you do so.

You can see his jaw clenching. You arrive in front of him, propping yourself up on your knees, Bucky's eyes look up at where you slightly tower over him.

You reach your fingers to graze his jaw, and when your fingers meet his subtle, the fifty pairs of eyes disappear. Right now, it’s just you and him. “Come here.” You mutter, bringing his face to yours.

Bucky hesitates, but lets it happen anyway. He’s captivated by you, you can tell. He wants to pull away but can’t.

Time seems to slow as your eyes close and your noses touch, stopping before letting your lips meet each other. Heat builds in your stomach, anticipation and want bubbling deep inside your core.

“This is fucked up.” He whispers, his breath grazing your wet lips.

“You like it.” You answer, before pulling his face to yours, your lips colliding in perfect harmony. Heat fills your stomach, settling itself between your thighs. Bucky’s hand comes up to cup your scalp, molding his palm to your head, crushing his lips against yours.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, entangling with his own. Your breath heaves as your stomach urges for more, your thighs pressing together in your kneeling position. You pull away before you can go any farther, breath heaving, a string of saliva still connecting your puffy lips.

The words that exit his mouth are barely audible, but you catch them. “That’s why it’s fucked up.”

“Get a room, lovebirds,” Jess calls, laughing with the others. But you ignore them, your eyes are still pulled into that trance, still feeling Bucky’s lips on yours.

The next thing you know, Bucky is getting up, his hand reaching for your own. You gulp at his gaze now, seeing the intensity switch to something different.

Something primal.

✪ Somehow you ended up in a closet, with Bucky’s breath fanning over your neck, his cock painfully straining against his jeans. It took all but four seconds for your clothes to be off, Bucky’s joined yours short after, pooling on the floor of the large closet.

“Sweetheart-” Bucky sounds breathless as he reaches out, his metal hand (which you okay with, apparently) running down the curve of your breast, dipping in your bra to twirl a cool digit around your semi-hard peak. (Especially when they made you feel like that.)

“How old are you?” You press, moaning as Bucky’s other hand cups your waist, making sparks fly up and down your skin. This closet, which is bigger than the master bedroom, has suddenly gotten small.

Bucky fights the urge to smack your ass in response, you didn’t care about age when you were grinding on that man’s cock.

“106.” He answers thoughtfully, but you only laugh, catching he wasn’t going to tell you his age. Bucky’s face scrunches in wonder, but it quickly fades when you press your body into his own, running your smooth fingers over his muscled abdomen.

“You sure you want to do this, baby?”

“Positive.”

Bucky brings your lips to his, all while taking hold of your hips, backing you into one of the closet's white walls. You engrossed in his touch, the feel of his fingers on your bare stomach, pushing you against the wall.

“I’d make you hump my cock, ‘show you what real pleasure is. But there’s no couch in here, sweet girl.” You feel your pussy clench at his words, you hadn’t known he was watching you then.

“Just gonna have to take me bare,” Bucky mutters, his hands grabbing your back, flipping you around so your palms are planted above you, your ass jutting out. His fingers knead at the meat of your ass, making sure to erase any hand-prints dick-wad may have left. You moan, bucking into his touch, wanting more.

“Greedy girl, you think you deserve my cock? Bare, too? You think you can handle that type of pleasure?” His fingers ghost over your panties, barely hitting your clit.

“Bucky! Please.”

Bucky smiles, knowing what he’s doing to you. If he wasn’t about to fuck you in a closet at a party he would tease you a lot more, and make you pay for letting that man touch you. You both knew you couldn’t wait that long, and neither could he.

Bucky pulls down your panties, noticing how your slick coats the fabric. “These are drenched, all for me, hmm?” He was so hesitant at first, to kiss and touch you, but now he didn’t give a shit.

You were his now.

Your panties soon joined the rest of your clothes. Bucky’s breath caught when he looked down at you, making your thighs clench together. He runs a metal finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

You cry out from the spark of pleasure, attempting to keep yourself up against the wall.

“You're so wet for me, sweet girl.” You feel lightheaded as Bucky releases himself from his boxers, you can’t see anything, only the white paint of the wall.

You can feel his tip nudge at your entrance, as he leans down, placing soft kisses along your back. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Okay? You want to be filled with my cock?”

“Yes!” You buck your hips, your eyes tightly closed as you feel his cock slide itself to the hilt, using your gathered arousal to aid in his thrust. You cry out, the stretch is both painful and pleasurable. Bucky groans, feeling the way you clench around his cock, feeling the tightness of your cunt.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Taking me so well.” For a few moments, you just stand there, Bucky letting you adjust to his cock, to the feeling of being filled up completely. You had sex before, plenty of it, but you never took a guy bare.

But Bucky, the way his cock sat inside of you, not even moving and it still shooting sparks into your stomach, was something you’d never thought you’d experience.

“Can I move, baby? You alright?” You nod your head while Bucky places another kiss on your back, pulling his cock out to the tip, and pushing back in.

“Ahh-”

“Feel good, sweetgirl?” Words simply do not exist anymore, Bucky whispers against you with each thrust of his cock, his movements slow at first, allowing you to take the most pleasure out of it, trying so hard not to cause you any pain.

The wet noises of your body's meeting over and over again fill the air, and somehow it drowns out the music of the party. Bucky’s groans and your moans tangle together as you buck your hips to meet his thrust, accommodating his cock.

“So good, baby.” You clench at his words, milking his cock. Bucky smiles, looking down at you.

Bucky’s metal arm comes around your bare stomach, making your thighs fall open wider, “Like when I praise you? Your pretty little pussy loves when I tell her she’s doing a good job, baby.”

A single digit finds your clit, Bucky rubs at it, slow tantalizing circles as you buck into him.

“I want you to come on my cock, I need to see this pussy clench around me harder.” Your body involuntarily does as he asks, your cunt clenching down on his cock as his thrusts speed their tempo and his finger matches the torture at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, feeling your orgasm stirring deep in your belly, the heat from the room going straight to your head, encasing you in its bubble.

“That’s it.” Bucky praises, dragging out both words, “Good girl, come for me.”

You do, moaning loudly as your orgasm rushes through your veins, as Bucky chases his release, making sure you get over the edge first. His breaths come out in pants as his cock pushes into your cunt at a punishing speed. “I wonder how your daddy would feel if he knew you just came on his best friend's cock.”

“What?”

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[princessmisery666]

Frustrations - Marvel Drabble

Summary: She knows how to push his buttons till he has no choice but to take his frustrations out on her.

Warnings: pwp, smut, language, p in v.

W/C: 600

Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: sex in front of the mirror.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (she/her)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (she/her)

Notes: Bucky’s POV (first person)

A/N: I took inspiration from the song Frustrations by MiC Lowry.

Betas: the Queen of smut checked it over for me @cockslut-padalecki // all mistakes are my own.

Graphics: dividers - @firefly-graphics // pictures and gif found on google.

Master Lists: Main // AFG Bingo - round 2 // Marvel

I’m in a crowd, but somehow alone. Every second I’m checking my phone and every time there’s a new picture from her I have to take a sip of my drink to stifle a groan.

It started with snaps of her new sleek black sports car, then her in the driver’s seat winking at the camera, another image of her lying back on the plush leather seat and I’m sure she had purposely lowered her top. Three shots later and as many messages, her shirt is gone, revealing her blue lace bra with her arms pushing her breasts closer together.

She knows how to rile me up, push my buttons till I have no choice but to take all my frustrations out on her. We’ve done it all, in every available location, including a hotel elevator. Sam gave me a high five, legal gave me a warning. Fuck if I care. Being with her is the only time I feel like I can give in to my true nature, the pleasure and pain of it all, whether or not I have to break a law to get that satisfaction, I don’t care. I’ve done worse.

I shoot her a text. Fuck, you’re amazing.

She is amazing. I don’t know how I got so lucky to find a fuck buddy quite like her, but I’m not questioning it.

Within seconds she replies; Wanna come over and watch porn on my HD mirror?

I put my drink down so fast it splashes out onto my hand and I’m out of the bar flagging a cab quicker than I type; on my way.

I push forward into her and her breath fogs the mirror as she gasps. I hope the large antique is bolted to the floor cause I’m not sure it can withstand her gripping the edges and using it as leverage to push and pull herself onto me.

It is like watching porn, if only I could take my eyes off hers. From the moment she bent over to present herself to me she held my gaze in the reflective glass. Her lashes flutter and her eyes roll back a few times but she’s forcing herself to keep them open. And damn if it doesn’t make me feel like a porn star watching her writhe and moan as I rut into her.

My fingers dig into her hips to drag her along my cock. She pushes back as I push forward and the slap of skin is sinfully delightful. I smack her ass and she hums around a growl.

“Fuck, you feel incredible, doll.”

She sighs my name, her eyes roll again and I feel her walls squeeze me tighter. “Oh god, Bucky.” She pauses, needs the break to catch her breath but I don’t relent.

She tightens her walls again and I have no choice but to slow down, otherwise, I’m going to cum and I’m not ready. I haven’t had my fill of her yet.

“Tell me how I feel,” I say.

“You're so thick,” she groans and I jerk forward to slam into her. She cries out but her smirk is sponsored by the Devil himself and I can’t stop myself from doing it again. That time she can’t control her eyes anymore and they slip closed.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” I demand and she obeys immediately. I smack her ass again but grope a handful to dull the sting. “You wanted to watch porn, so watch.”

She licks her lips, tucking the corner of her mouth between her teeth. “I wanna watch you break me.”

I smile and use my abilities to quickly pull out, flip her over and shove my way back inside her. She squeals and pants but she knows not to disobey and she locks her eyes to mine.

“Careful what you wish for, doll.”

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Bucky Barnes imagines★ (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/297681402-bucky-barnes-imagines%E2%98%85?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=BUCKYbarnessssss17&wp_originator=egeuHyYxpOMqvBfnoGbWFF0pGth%2BOruxruOOwKRCcL0JQLEo0b%2B0soAWPKxuvShSgq9rLUuZeH5CcjJgEp6mJsaTFLrBS4Ua4nXCznUX%2BbiPSIU0DzRGNuuhRtsI8KuK Best rankings: •5 in Buckybarnesimagines •59 in hydra Contains some smut, fluff and may contain some trigger warning ⚠️⚠️. Don't you even dare think about hating on this story. I just write for fun, so I hope you enjoy it. Fem!reader Some of the imagines in this book were written a while ago, so I apologize if the writing is bad

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[kiraswritten]

Hardly There (Reader x Bucky)

pairing: reader x bucky barnes warning: abs grinding? like... clit stimulation through riding bucky’s abs. wow this sounds terrible. not full blown smut, dirty talk, i really need to stop sinning (nah)  a/n: thank you so much for 100 followers!! i literally cannot believe that i got this much of an amazing response! 

also i’m sorry for corrupting any and all of you with my weird kinks, i actually have another one that i might write for Bucky but who knows??

masterlist

You swore you’d stop staring, or at least stop looking so goddamn obvious oogling at Bucky when he worked out. 

He looked so delicious every time he walked into the gym wearing a tight-fitting shirt, black sweatpants that hung low on his hips with his long hair tied into a messy bun. You wondered if he did that on purpose to be a fucking tease, the other guys would wear normal fitting tanks and shirts but you noticed that Bucky was the only one who wore them so fitted. 

You licked your lips, watching Bucky through the mirror while he was doing bicep curls, the way his arms flexed every time he brought up the dumbbells. You hadn’t noticed that Bucky saw you staring at him, you were too focused on the rest of his body to see an amused smirk on his lips as he continued his exercise. 

You were supposed to be running on the treadmill but of course all of your focus was on Bucky, so instead you were walking, or at least jogging to make yourself look like you were still ‘working out’. 

Bucky let out a grunt, snapping you out of your thoughts, you quickly rip your gaze away from Bucky, your eyes staring down at the buttons of the treadmill machine. 

Bucky let out a soundless chuckle at your response, he could see how flustered you were. 

You tapped on a few buttons, changing the speed so you were actually running, ripping your thoughts away from the sinful scenarios you came up with once you heard Bucky make that kind of sound. 

He’ll be the death of me, you thought, almost everything Bucky did made you weak in the knees and wet down there, as simple as him sitting down on the couch, in an instant your mind went to the thought of you riding him, or when he’s preparing breakfast, your mind wanders to the thought of him bending you over the countertop, fucking you from behind. 

“... Doll, you there?” You snap out of your thoughts, pressing on the button to slow down the machine, you look up and see that Bucky was standing in front of you, sweat dripping down his forehead, his white shirt drenched. 

“Sorry, what?” You asked, gulping. 

“I asked if you could spot me,” A smile on his face. 

You nod your head, stopping the treadmill and jumping off of the machine. 

You follow him where the weights were at, Bucky grabs the end of his shirt, pulling it upwards to wipe the sweat from his forehead. 

You utter ‘fuck’ under your breath, his abs were glistening with sweat, he was so defined and thick, you wondered what it would be like if you traced them with your tongue. 

Snap out of it! you silently scold yourself. 

Bucky lies down onto the bench, sliding underneath the barbell, his hands gripping onto the metal rod. You follow suit, holding the rod as support. 

“Ready?” He asks you and you nod. 

He pushes the barbell upward, letting out a loud grunt. You bite down on your lip, preventing a quiet whimper to escape your lips, you could have sworn Bucky smirked at you but you couldn’t be too sure. 

(hes not doing a bench press here but i just had to add this gif okay)

He does one bench press, then another, each one accompanying a grunt that grew louder and louder as he continued. 

Your face felt as if it were on fire, you wanted to keep helping him but you knew if you stayed any longer, you’d do something incredibly embarrassing. 

Bucky does one last press, he places the barbell back onto the rack, he pushes himself off of the bench, sitting up. He takes off his shirt, using the clothing to wipe himself off. 

“Well, uh, I-I, I gotta go!” You say, quickly speeding off to the showers, not giving Bucky any time to react. 

You let out an unsatisfied groan as you let the cold water from the shower wash away your shampoo. 

He was totally doing that on purpose, that tease! And because of that, you’re definitely gonna be all wired up for the rest of the day! All those grunts went straight to your core, you desperately wanted to finger yourself but you were too scared that someone might come in and hear you. 

You finished your shower, slipping on some shorts and a loose-fitting tank, not bothering to wear any underwear, you’d take them off the second you entered your room anyways, so there wasn’t much of a point. 

Once you exited the lockers, you kept your gaze down on the floor, making your way towards your room. 

You collide onto someone firm and you immediately know who it had been. 

“Doll, you okay?” He asked, his hands holding you at your shoulders. 

You look up at him and nod, “I-uh, I just gotta go back to my room is all,” You reply simply. 

Bucky quickly checks you out, his eyes noticing you weren’t wearing a bra. He licks his lips, nodding his head. 

“You sure you okay? You look really flustered.” 

“Yeah those sounds you make got me horny so let me go to my room to masturbate Barnes.” You slap your hands to your mouth, realizing you said that out loud, and not in your head. 

“What?”

You let out an awkward laugh, “What? I didn’t say anything, okay, bye!” 

You didn’t make it past three steps when Bucky’s hand wraps around your wrist, he pulls you back, pushing you against the wall. 

He’s gotten you trapped between his legs, his mouth directly in front of your ear. 

“Repeat what you just said,” He says, his voice lower than usual. 

You shuddered involuntarily, his breath tickling your skin. 

“Bucky...” 

“I said, repeat what you just said,” His metal hand grips onto your waist, his thumb rubbing circles. 

“I...I said you got me horny so I-I’m gonna go to my room and masturbate,” Your face felt so hot from embarrassment, you wanted to disappear. 

“Doll, you sure you want me?” He says before pressing a kiss onto your neck. 

It took everything inside of you to prevent a loud moan from escaping your lips, you nod your head, “Yes,” 

Your clothes were scattered across the room, Bucky smiling at the fact you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

“Shut up, I was just saving clothes from laundry, okay?” You reasoned, smacking him on the chest. 

Bucky had you lying down on his bed, his arms holding him above you to prevent him from crushing you. 

You felt his hard-on pressed against your belly, he captures you with a kiss, both your hands snaking though his brown locks, pulling him onto your body. Bucky smiles onto your lips, loving how eager you were with him, he brings his flesh hand onto your waist, trailing his fingers to your ass, grabbing it, making you yelp out from surprise. 

“Wrap your legs around me Baby,” He says, and you comply without missing a beat, Bucky flips the two of you around so that you were on top of him as the two of you made out, lips swollen and tongues fighting for dominance. 

You were sitting directly on top of his abdomen, with every clench of his abs you felt yourself grow wetter and wetter. 

“Bucky,” You moaned against his lips, pulling away for a moment. 

“Is something wrong?” 

“N-no, I just, I-” his abs clenched again, this time stimulating your clit. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, shutting your eyes. 

Bucky notices how much wetter you had gotten, he smirks, sitting up, he places his hands behind his head, propping himself against the headboard. 

“Get off on my abs Babe,” He says, sort of like a command. 

You open your eyes, glazed with lust, you bite down on your lip, nodding. You place your hands onto his pecs, grinding yourself onto his abs as he clenched them. 

“Oh, god,” You let out, loving the feeling of Bucky under you. 

“You’re so wet, do I really turn you on this much? I barely touched you and you’re soaked.” 

“You feel so good Bucky,” You say, your voice high. 

“You look so delicious, tits boucin’, givin’ me a good show,” His flesh hand reaches for you, holding you on your waist. 

You grind onto him even more, quickening your pace. 

“Bucky, I’m close,” You pant, you look up at him through your eyelashes, his mouth hung low at the sight of you coming undone only though clitoral stimulation. 

“Cum for me Doll,” He says, his hand gripping onto your waist tighter as you ground onto his abs faster and faster, he’s clenching his abs tightly, his eyes focused only on your face. 

You let out a high-pitched moan, Bucky swore it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard, your pace grew sloppy as you came onto his abs, your whole body tingling from orgasming. 

Bucky noticed your arms were wobbling, he catches you before you fell onto him, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. 

“That was... so good...” you mumble, your eyes closed. 

Bucky lets out a chuckle, “think you have more energy for one more round Doll?” 

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Stamina

Ok so this is my very first time posting any kind of fanfiction Um that being said I also have no experience in tagging and such so um there's that ..... Ok um so this is literally Porn Without Plot ...no plot whatsoever Uh it's not beta read or anything ....I also do not have a grasp at all on punctuation...I suck at it I know this I'm sorry Um well hopefully you all can enjoy it I don't really know what warnings I should put sorry ... Stamina~ by DeathlyAfraidOfPopsicles Bucky had one hand on your thigh warm flesh fingers digging delightfully into it His metal arm was across your hips effectively holding you in place, you had tried to get away from his sinful mouth one too many times. You were panting and crying out, your fingers were knotted into his hair tightly as he took you over the edge repeatedly...you were on the brink between feeling great and being too over sensitive but never once did you tell him to stop. He made the most erotic sounds, growls and groans as he ate you like a starving man would a buffet. Suddenly it stopped his mouth disappeared air hitting your soaking wet cunt and causing you to jerk and gasp his hands were gone to. You looked up eyes wide and confused by the abrupt end, he was standing there slightly away from you, enough where you couldn't feel his body heat but still close to you. Your eyes shifted up his body from his tight jean encased thighs sporting a rather large and painful looking boner up to the V that pointed it's way down too his straining cock...still going upwards your eyes drift over his abs and the expanse of his chest coming up to his strong jawline and then meeting his eyes. You sucked in a breath the intensity of his stare was almost unnerving, he looked like a predator who was about to make the death blow to it's meal. You shivered under his gaze wanting to speak but only a small whimper comes out. He lunges a hand wrapped itself around your right hip yanking you forward, the other lands on to your clavicle putting a little weight behind it. His lips meet yours in a passionate and needy kiss, his tongue moves against yours causing you both to moan. When he pulls back he looks at you seriously. "You sure about this doll?, ....I ain't particularly gentle anymore" his voice is rough and deep downright pantie wetting ...if you had been wearing any that is. His eyes are mostly black with how wide his pupils have blown ...he's breathing heavily and tense waiting for you to stop this or give him the go ahead, you have to find your voice your throat is raw from all the screams and cries from earlier. "I want this, I want you to be rough with me, or soft I don't care I just want you" you reply reaching for him, he steps into your hands letting you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, he pulls them and his underwear down revealing his cock, his flesh hand instantly wraps around it stroking it as his metal fingers slip to your slippery pussy. You arch into him your body thrumming, his cock presses against you rubbing up and down coating himself in your wetness. You whine and push your hips toward him in a desperate attempt to seat him in you but his metal hand on your hip stops you " No patience" he says tsking at you. his eyes meet yours and he spanks your pussy with his cock causing you to practically scream. "You gonna be a good girl now?" He asks as he resumes his previous movement of his cock up and down your cunt sometimes hitting your oversensitive clit. You nod unable to speak your wound so tight you feel like the second he does bury himself inside you you'll come and you'll come harder than anytime you have before He is smirking down at you his metal hand whirs and the plates shift in his arm as he runs it up your side and he cups your breast "You don't even know how good you look all laid out like this ...like a fuckin' buffet....all for me" his voice causing you to shiver he's enjoying himself and your eating up the compliments You never had a boyfriend or lover who talked like this to you it was intoxicating You feel him start to push in as his grip tightens on your hip and his other hand moves to pin you down by your clavicle again he leaned down eyes locking to yours as he again silently asked for permission, you barely nodded before he was slamming into you causing you to cry out at the feeling of being full and as he gained rythem you could feel him shift ever so slightly each time he pulled out and pushed in ...until suddenly you felt it he hit that spot that made you instantly arch, toes curled and you cried out his name like a prayer ...he had been searching for your G spot the second he found it he continued to pound it until you were screaming, nails digging into his flesh forearm and clutching at his metal one as well He's pounding into at a pace that has you letting out cries every time he snaps his hips forward roughly, your eyes roll back and you feel your body tense your about to cum you want to warn him but your voice is nothing but a hoarse cry..."ah shit doll your squeezing me so fucking tight ..are you gonna cum for me" he asks never faltering his pace. His words have you over edge crying out and milking him as he starts to go harder chasing his own orgasm You can feel him swelling inside you, your still cumming around him as he growls out and slams hard into his hands tighten and you feel his hot spurts as he cums inside you. He slumps over you not putting his weight on you but not pulling himself out yet either. Your both panting and spent "Give me a couple minutes...then we can go round two" he says into your hair Your eyes widen "Buck not everyone has your super soldier stamina" you pant out ....he chuckles The end

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[yukanda-tsuyoi]

The Detective [Bucky Barnes X Reader] (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/QVD6hdudIG

You used to be the best detective in town until they made the mistake of letting you go.

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