#bucky barnes lemon

[swtki]

Hey all! I’m opening up requests to help me out of a writing slump!

Please send me requests, these are the guidelines I have:

My readers are ALWAYS inclusive 100% in fluff, this means GN, race neutral, and size neutral.

My smuts are inclusive to all Fems, meaning I only use she/her pronouns and afab anatomy, however race, and size are neutral.

I will be creating a rec post for Trans! readers, black! readers, cis male readers, any type of specific reader soon <3

Characters I will write for:

-Loki Laufeyson

-Bucky Barnes

- Steve Rogers

- TASM! Peter Parker

- Spencer Reid

Please do not ask for any other characters or any ships other than x reader.

Things I will write:

-smut (fem dom or vanilla)

-fluff (any and all)

-angst (past trauma, current trauma, breakups and heartbreak)

-dark fics (stalking, perv)

start sending them babes !

[joannaromanoff]

I'm so anxious and beyond emotionally drained that I down xanax like it's water.

Only Bucky's head between my legs could fix the ache.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much! 

~*~

“I don’t know, Nat, I just... I guess I’m just never... I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just... it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I... I fake it.”

The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.

“He’s good, he’s really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just can’t... I can’t cum. And it’s not like it’s just him, I’ve never cum with anybody I’ve been with. I just... can’t do it. Maybe I’m broken,” you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.

“It’s an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but you’ll only figure it out by talking to him about it.”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasn’t made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?”

Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.

Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didn’t hear you.

The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.

“Well uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,” Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.

You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.

Your eyes don’t leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.

If you were to look at him, you’d see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, he’s upset that you hadn’t told him before. That you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.

The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet girl?”

You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.

You don’t want him to be mad at you and you don’t want him to feel offended.

“I just... I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.

Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.

“Why the tears, honey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.

“C’mon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? What’s got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.

“I just... I don’t want to make you mad.”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think he’d be mad at you for being honest.

“Why would I ever be mad, baby? If you’re upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.”

You take another deep breath then slowly nod.

“I just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and you’re amazing! I just... I haven’t... ya’know. I never have with anyone else either. I’m starting to think that I can only do it by myself,” you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.

Bucky is quiet for a moment. He’d already heard every word you’d spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, he’s not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.

“Well, why don’t we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that it’s not just me, but everyone you’ve been with?”

He knows this isn’t about him, it’s about you, but he really hopes that you’re not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I just... I don’t know if I get in my head too much or if I’m... not comfortable enough, but I just... I can’t.”

He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?”

You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.

“I am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.

“It does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. I’m not mad and I’m not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. It’s... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.”

Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.

“I don’t know what’s missing or what needs to happen. You’ve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I don’t know.”

He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“You’re gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, you’re gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and I’m gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?”

You nod again.

“Okay.”

He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Okay.”

~*~

The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, it’s after a small get-together at Yelena’s place.

You’ve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriend’s hands on your body.

He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“Hey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?”

You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.

“C’mere.” His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.

You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.

Bucky’s eyes devour your figure and he’s quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“How you feelin’, pretty girl? You okay?”

You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.

And to him, you might as well be.

“You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.

He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.” And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.

You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.

“Just like that...” you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.

He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.

You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you can’t help but feel your heart begin to race.

“Fuck... just like that, Bucky...”

He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.

He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when you’re really about to cum?

It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.

Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.

Fuck, you look gorgeous.

It’s such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. It’s so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.

“Bucky, I... I’m gonna.... oh fuck, please... I’m gonna cum, please!”

God, hearing that is like music to his ears.

He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.

You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything you’ve ever been able to bring yourself.

A sound that’s half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.

Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.

He’s not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something he’s never going to be able to forget now.

Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He can’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.

He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.

Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.

“How you feel, baby?” He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.

You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,” you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.

He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice n’ tight... wet... shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl. I really do.”

Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.

“I wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.

“Right there... oh fuck, please...”

He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

You’re barely kissing. No, it’s more of just breathing each other’s breaths and moaning in each other’s mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.

You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you can’t help but feel more secure and more comfortable.

“I... Bucky... I’m gonna... oh fuck.”

He nods, showering your face in kisses.

“Cum for me, honey. C’mon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You can’t very well deny him when he’s asking you so nicely.

His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.

Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure you’re drawing blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when you’re falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.

Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.

Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.

God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... he’s ready to die happily now that he’s gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.

His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.

He did that.

He made you feel that good.

He’s the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself that’s ever made you cum. And he’s going to be the only one.

And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, he’s never going to get enough of it. He’s gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?

[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: I do what I want!

Lemon: I’m calling y/n.

Tangerine: No, wait—

[moonlight1030]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝑌𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

[wyxan]

Bulky Bucky.

[estelior]

Some hot shrinkyclinks for you!

Full you can find on my AO3 the link is below

[skylarinfinity]

God… giving (AGED UP) Peter, Steve, Bucky, and tony the BEST head of their lives (as a male reader)

author notes so uh this is not a smut more like their reaction after that, i want to write full smut but english not my first language so it's hard to write full story even for incorrect quotes i have make so many grammar mistakes so yeah... hope this okay?

peter: [blushing hard] um- uh thank you?

m/n: [snort] you're welcome?

peter: [blushing harder] if you want i can try do the same for you?

m/n: [smile and shake his head] oh not yet, i'm not finish with you yet [wink]

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steve: [panting] that- that was amazing...

m/n: [lick his lip] well thank you-

steve: [kiss m/n] do you want to me repay?

m/n: [shrugs] is okay if you don't want to-

steve: [whisper] i want to but you need to guide me~

m/n: [smirking and whisper to steve ear] get on your knees babe~

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bucky: fuck [keep repeating the same word over and over again]

m/n: [stand up and go to the bathroom] is that good enough for you?

bucky: [still in daze] that- that's the best sex i ever had in my life...

m/n: [leaning against the bathroom door] if you call me giving you a head “sex” than oh boy this is going to be exciting! [toss couple condom to bucky]

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tony: [grinning like an idiot] fuck! that the best one you ever do yet-

m/n: [in serious tone] get on all four and arse up now.

tony: [panicking] wait what? i thought- i'm the top for tonight?

m/n: it's either you listen to me or i stop no-

tony: [immediately got in all four] please don't stop...

m/n: [smirking] good boy, don't worry you get to have your fun after this one [kiss tony head] i promise.

another author notes

1. i always see m/n as a switch, dom bottom and top so don't expect me to do bottom behaviour so much...

2. i thinking put all the requests on the queue like the rest incorrect quotes so it's make my life a bit easier (i have queue until 29 july) so if your request not come up yet because i put it on the queue...

3. if you want me to tag you just comment or dm me but it will not update until 29 july because i already have blogs on queue and i don't really want to go edit all the blog's just to added new tag 🤷🏼

tags lists @sonicqaulan @graysonfriggason @thebettermaximofftwins @sloanalistair @acienthazard @starlinggoldeneyes @ortegaolsen @wednesdaywanda @sandwichmarvel @gardenofmarvel @wanda-cabin-natasha-jacket

[fandom-friday]

I would like to #Fandom Friday recommend these two stories by @btwxsixesandsevens (@Sixes_and_Sevens on AO3)

Star Wars

Opals for Roses

Relationship: Jannah/Rose Tico

A lovely Star Wars one shot featuring Jannah, a former First Order Stormtrooper, and Mechanical Engineer Rose Tico (tragically under-written and barely explored characters that, if given a TV series, I would watch TF out of it) and the relationship they’re building while being part of the Resistance.

I rooted for them and wanted to see more in the movies, and was disappointed, though I’m happy Rose showed up in the third installment, so GFYS Haters. Kick rocks. Rose is canon.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29243919

* * * * * * * * * *

Marvel

Why Don’t You Do Right

Relationships: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes | Bucky Barnes & Sharon Carter (Power Broker & CIA Agent) | Sarah Wilson/Bucky Barnes

I love Sam Wilson (yes, Captain America) filling Bucky in with some much needed information about the woman he’s now dating, Sarah Wilson. (Yes, Sam’s sister, who we met in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.) Bucky thinks he knows Sarah by now, but finds out that he thought he knew.

The way the story explores Bucky’s thoughts on this personal mission to keep a promise, and the mission’s aftermath is compelling and makes you definitely have ideas about a character we see rather briefly in the TV series: Sarah.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32468206/chapters/80516656#workskin

HELL YEAH FOR ROSE TICO AND JANNAH. AND HELL YEAH FOR THE "LESBIANS IN SPACE TAG". And honestly, I LOOOOOVE how @btwxsixesandsevens writes Sarah and Bucky, so this second fic has me practically making grabby hands at it. These both sound WONDERFUL and THANK YOU so much for sending them in!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

[swtki]

SEND ME REQUESTS !!!

[unstable-river]

Recent months Winteriron prompts

[nastybuckybarnes]

Riding Lessons

Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader

Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend? 

Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),

Word Count: 3.8K

A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!

~*~

You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.

“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.

He only chuckles and pats your right hand.

“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”

“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don't want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.

You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.

“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.

“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”

Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.

“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.

Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.

His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.

“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.

His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.

And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?

“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”

He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”

You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.

“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”

He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-

“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.

“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.

“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.

Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.

He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”

Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.

Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.

“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”

He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”

You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.

He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.

He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.

~*~

You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.

You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.

The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.

With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.

“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.

You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.

His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.

“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.

He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.

“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.

You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.

Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.

Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.

“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”

His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.

“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.

“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.

You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.

“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.

“Now, front brake?”

Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.

“Gear shift and clutch?”

You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.

“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”

Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.

“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”

Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.

The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.

“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.

The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.

“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.

You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.

“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”

You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.

Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.

“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”

You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.

You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.

“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I'll show you how to kick it into gear.”

You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.

“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”

You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.

“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.

The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.

Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.

He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.

He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.

“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.

He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.

Or cum on it.

God, he knows you'd look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.

He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.

Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.

He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.

Hard.

He’s hard.

And he’s fucking huge.

Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.

So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.

Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.

“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.

“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”

A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.

You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.

“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn't care.

The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.

You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.

You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.

“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.

You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.

You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”

You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.

The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.

You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.

“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.

You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.

You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.

“You coming?”

Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.

“Y-yeah.”

You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.

He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.

He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.

This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.

You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.

He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.

“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.

You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.

Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.

You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.

“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.

Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.

“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.

A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.

Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.

His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.

He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.

Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.

“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.

“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”

You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.

“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”

Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.

One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.

“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.

“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.

He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.

“O-oh! Like that, fuck... just like that...” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.

He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.

“Please... I’m gonna cum...”

He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.

The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.

Bucky doesn't stop. He doesn’t even slow down.

No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.

“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.

You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.

“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.

“Is Bucky still here?”

You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.

“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.

“Uh, yeah... somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.

“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”

“O-Okay.”

Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.

Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.

“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.

Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.

“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.

He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.

You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.

You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.

The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.

You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.

“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.

“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.

“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.

“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn't notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.

You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't notice anything.

When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.

“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”

He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.

“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”

You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.

“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.

You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.

Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.

“I didn't tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.

You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.

He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.

“M-my dad-”

“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”

You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.

“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.

He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.

“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”

[polizwrites]

PoliZ's Hot Bucky Summer Masterpost

I had a great time participating in the Hot Bucky Summer Event -- run by @buckybarnesevents - I wrote something for 10 of the 13 weeks - tho I cheated a bit by using two of the Free weeks to catch up on prompts I missed! 😁

I wrote a total of 11,415 words across five fanfics for this event - two of which featured WinterIron (one one-shot, one multi-chapter WIP) two Stucky multi-chapter WIPs and a WinterHawk one shot. As you would expect from the event title - all fics are either Mature or Explicit rated.

Looking forward to participating in future BBE events like this!

Week 1:“What should I wear?” + Collar: Dressing for the Occasion [Bucky/Tony, Mature, 324 words]

Week 2:“What should I call you?” + Alpha: A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter One [Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1190 words]

Week 4: FREE WEEK (Choking): : Blowing Off Steam [Clint/Bucky, Explicit, 1250 words]

Week 5: “When I first met you…” + Fireworks : A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter Two [Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1087 words]

Week 8 - “How did you meet?” …” + High Stakes Op : A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter Three [Bucky/Tony, explicit, 1331 words]

Week 9: FREE (Week 3 Prompts: “Where do you want me?” + In My Lap): A Sugar-Coated Pill - Chapter Four [Bucky/Tony, Explicit, 1234 words]

Week 10: “Long day at work?” + Massages/Back Rubs : Technicalities - Chapter Four [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 1232 words]

Week 11: “Give me a color.” + Red | Yellow | Green: Finding Something Fresh - Chapter Three [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 1162 words]

Week 12: “Who’s my ____?” + Good Boy: Technicalities - Chapter 5 [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 1496 words]

Week 13: FREE (Week 6 Prompts – “How do you want me?” + Tied Down): Finding Something Fresh - Chapter Four [Bucky/Steve, Explicit, 1109 words]

[little-diable]

A crime. A tragedy. A birth of something new - Priest!Bucky Barnes (dark smut)

This ain't sweet or fluffy, this is quite dark and heavy. But I think it's worth it - if I may say so myself. Remember - don't like it, don't read it. This could have a part 2, please tell me if you want me to keep writing this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: She comes to the priest to confess, but he won't forgive her for kissing a stranger, at least not before she pleases him to his liking. And (y/n) would do everything to please her one connection to God.

Warnings: 18+, smut, forced blowjob, heavy dubcon warning, degrading, power play, age gap, innocent!reader, religious connotations

Pairing: Priest!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (1.7k words)

The horizon was drenched in an almost dark red, reminding the priest of the blood of Christ, blood that had soaked through the wooden cross the messiah had carried, the wooden cross his palms and feet had been nailed against. A crime. A tragedy. A birth of something new. 

Priest Barnes was pacing the grounds, eyes flickering to the watch he carried on his right wrist, seconds passing by like the verses he’d speak to his community every day and evening. He was waiting for her to turn up, to find her way to the priest she had called this very morning, hoping that he’d take his time to speak to her, to allow her into his church.

She had sinned, had lost her way and now she needed his guidance, to find her path leading out of the darkest corners of hell. She had seen the devil, had given into his call and had kissed a married man. A sin. A tragic drama. A chance to start anew. 

But (y/n) was nowhere to be found, she should have been here minutes ago, wasn’t one to let him wait. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d take her confession and certainly wouldn’t be the last – a thought that excited the priest who couldn’t help but dream of the innocent girl. 

Just as he was about to step back inside the church, she called his name. And there she stood, wearing a summer dress that reminded him of the actresses he had been crushing on when he was a mere teenager, straight from the movies his mothers would watch, dreaming of a better life. But he didn’t want to dream of a better life, a life she was no part of, the one he wanted to lure closer. 

“I am so sorry, my car wouldn’t start, I had to walk here.” The scent of her perfume wrapped itself around him like a rope slung around his waist, tying the priest up like a criminal caught by the authorities. He invited her in, door held open for her to step into the holy halls. Priest Barnes couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering down her frame, admiring the parts of her legs the dress was showing off. The Lord was testing him. 

“Come, I prepared us some tea.” It wasn’t unusual for them to share a cup of tea, to chat about their days, their dreams and hopes, like old friends catching up every now and then. But while (y/n) saw in him nothing more than a friend, a shoulder to cry on, a guiding hand, he saw in her his purpose, his end and his beginning, his mission. 

The sound of her soft steps echoed through the church, it carried her to his office, the room she had been in numerous times before. A comforting silence engulfed the two, allowing her to sit back and relax while he tried to stop his thoughts from wandering. 

“I can take your confession now, if you want.” His piercing gaze left her trembling, shaking like the collapsing tower of Babylon, ripped to the ground by the arrogance and selfishness of humanity.

“I,” (y/n) had to clear her throat, eyes flickering down to the cup of tea she was holding in her shaking hand. “He came onto me, kissed me before I could stop him. I should have done something, but I froze. I am so sorry.” Glassy eyes found his twinkling ones, mistaking his excitement for pity. 

“The Lord shall forgive you for sinning, for breaking the oath of purity you have sworn. But first you need to do what I tell you to, first you need to please to wash away your sins. You understand that, don’t you?” No longer was he looking at her with kindness swimming in his pupils, she had mistaken the man that had kissed her for the devil, but he had been a mere demon, nothing more than a lost soul wandering this earth. But the man now sitting vis-a-vis her, the priest, was the true devil, the ruler of the eternal flames and she had stumbled right into his trap. A crime. A tragedy. A birth of something new. 

“I don’t, what do you want from me?” Panic dripped from her voice, her innocent brain easily keeping up with his motives, the twisted lies he was telling her, wanting to distract the trembling woman from his longing for her. 

“You shall not lie, (y/n). You came to me to beg for forgiveness and I will forgive you for whoring yourself out to a stranger, but first you need to drop to your knees and show me what that mouth can do.” There was no use in running, not if she wanted him to forgive her for sinning, not if she wanted to mend the broken bond she was sharing with God. So, (y/n) did what her mind commanded her to do, she dropped to her knees, shaking hands pressed against the holy ground. “Good girl. Come here, darling.”

With his hand reaching out, the priest guided her to him, knees rubbing against the carpet that would leave burns on her knees, burns symbolic of the wounds Jesus had taken to grave, forever etched into his body and the heart of those longing for his healing touch. A sin. A tragic drama. A chance to start anew. 

Tears dripped down her cheeks, finding their way to the ground like soldiers shot dead. She was scared, not knowing what she should do, though a small part of her brain felt content, very well knowing that he’ll guide her. The priest will always be right there, to lead her out of the darkest days. 

“Kiss my ring,” his rough voice cut through her like an arrow piercing her heart, momentarily forcing the strong muscle to stop beating. She pressed her wet lips against the ring he was wearing, eyes finding his, hoping that his expression would show her if he was pleased with her action or not. And it did, an almost proud smile tugged on his lips, eyes twinkling brighter than the northern stars. “Atta girl, and now you’ll suck my cock like the desperate whore you are. I know you want me, I feel your eyes on me when you think I’m not paying attention. I can almost hear your sinful thoughts about me.” 

A gasp rumbled through her, eyes following his hands, watching how he pulled his hard cock free. Her first instinct forced her to retreat, but she didn’t get far, pulled back in by his metallic hand, clamped down on her neck, “Don’t play hard to get, (y/n). This isn’t like you.” 

Like a crying madonna she held still, frozen to the spot as he reached for his rosary. Priest Barnes wrapped the pearls around his hand and with the cross held between his fingers he rubbed them along her lips, forcing them apart. The cross rested on her tongue, burning its shape into the strong muscle, not one sinful word would now be able to rumble through her, mind and tongue cleared of the devil’s touch. 

His free hand kept pumping his cock, her eyes flickered back to his precum covered tip, watching the salty pearls beard his skin. The feeling of him adding more pressure to her tongue left her gagging, eyes shooting back up to his excitement filled ones. 

“Open your mouth, doll.” She parted her lips, blindly following his command. (Y/n) had never sucked off a man, had never touched a cock before and now she was about to taste her priest. A crime. A tragedy. A birth of something new.

The unfamiliar taste stuck to her tongue, but (y/n) didn’t get much time to adjust, his metallic hand found her scalp, leading the bobbing motion of her head. Tears kept dripping down her cheeks, one by one, falling like the confessions bleeding from the lips of those that try to find shelter in the holy halls. They’ve all fallen for his tricks. 

“See, I knew you’d be able to take me. Fuck, keep on going.” She trembled, struggled to keep on breathing, but (y/n) didn’t dare pull back. He was leading her to the edge, would test her, and if she’d fail, he’d push her off the cliff. 

Spit dripped from her chin, one with her tears and the cries that threatened to claw through her. His moans overpowered the sounds she made, sounds of discomfort and confusion, a call only He would hear. But the Lord didn’t help her, he forced her through this test, awaiting her apology.

The darkness was humming to her, it was leading her further down the rabbithole, weak like Jesus who had carried his cross with Simon to Golgotha. Even though she wasn’t bleeding, she felt her spirits leaving her, laid to rest as she allowed the devil’s touch to consume her. A sin. A tragic drama. A chance to start anew. 

“You’ll swallow everything I give to you and only then will I forgive you for sinning.” (Y/n) made a noise, a noise so sweet it vibrated on his cock, pushing him closer to his orgasm. He could tell that he’d let go any moment now, cum painting her tongue white, leaving behind pearls symbolic for the rosary he still had wrapped around his hand. 

Priest Barnes would find his way to Bethlehem, he would be allowed into the ethereal kingdom, for pleasing the Lord. He was sure of it. 

He threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he came. The grip on her scalp grew tighter, forcing her further down his cock, ignoring her gaggs. (Y/n) heavily exhaled through her nose, hoping to ground herself as she swallowed his release, the salty taste would stick to her tongue, and could only be erased by holy water that would burn through the muscle. 

“Show me your tongue, doll.” He pulled his cock from her mouth, tucked away in his trousers as (y/n) presented her clean tongue to his glassy eyes. “Good girl. I may forgive you for sinning, but don’t think I’ll let you go just like that.” 

A crime. A tragedy. A birth of something new.

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[pandagirl45]

Baby ultron: *tries a lemon* *makes an angry face with tears*

Tony: ultron, *starts to take the lemon*

Ultron: *whines angrily holding the lemon* *lick the lemon again making the same angry face*

Tony: *trying not to laugh* what is going on with my kid

Bucky: didnt you do the same with a grapefruit?

Tony: don't judge me bucky boo, it is not cute

Bucky: *snorts* like father like son I suppose

[darthbloodorange]

Sharing his mate's heats feels like coming home like nothing else has in this world.

For the: ✦ Stucky Bingo Round 3 "AU: A/B/O" [O3] (SB033)

Word count: N/a - Moodboard  Title: In Heat Rating: Teens Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Nudity, Implied Sexual Content Major Tags: Mating Cycles/In Heat, Nesting, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Steve Rogers, Established Relationship ~ Summery: Sharing his mate's heats feels like coming home like nothing else has in this world.