#bucky barnes pwp

[buckybabesonly]

An Experiment in Jealousy

Summary: You decided to try and make Bucky jealous. Now, you would pay the price.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: Self-indulgent porn without plot tbh, lol

Warnings: slightly rough sex, dirty talk, slight!daddy kink, unprotected sex

Length: 2k

Bucky was the first man to ever make love to you. And boy, did he do everything right. He loved to pepper kisses all over your skin, worship your body, whisper I love yous and I'm so lucky to have yous against your mouth as he thrust into you slowly every night, eyes locked with yours as you both reached your climax.

Sometimes, less often, he would fuck you. When you had a fight and the inevitable make-up sex happened, or when you were just in one of those moods and ripped off his clothes with such ferocity that he just knew what you wanted, or when you told him outright that you wanted it fast and hard instead of gentle and slow.

Tonight, you knew what you wanted. You wanted him to use you, to own you.

And so you had spent the whole night flirting with Steve, playing it in such a way that just about bordered platonic without being too outrageous, but just enough to get Bucky ticking. This, coupled with how you had absolutely iced your boyfriend out all night and instead spoken to Steve with laser focus, would absolutely get you what you wanted. You were certain of it.

You watched Bucky from the other end of the bar to discreetly observe his reactions, his leather-gloved hand wrapped around a beer bottle, the other one lifting up to brush against his lightly stubbled jaw as he observed you. He took a sip of beer, his eyes piercing, and you could tell he was gently seething.

You suppressed a smile. Jackpot.

Bucky all but slammed you against the door of your shared apartment as soon as you had closed it, pressing up against you firmly as you gasped at his sudden movement. His hands framed either side of your head, body trapping you in place as you stared up at his icy blue eyes.

"Is that how you want to play, doll?" he murmured, gritting his teeth as your chest heaved against his.

"Bucky, please," you whimpered, not even pretending to be coy. You knew that he knew exactly what you were playing at, and now it was time to cash in.

"Please, what?" Bucky all but snarled, cocking his head to the side as you blinked at him.

"I need it. Need you."

"So desperate for my cock, are you? You want me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Bucky asked, eyes flickering down to your mouth.

His words sent delicious chills down your spine, arousal shooting straight to your core. Your hands grasped his leather jacket, moving to peel it off, but his hands were lightning. They wrapped themselves around your wrists and held them back against the door with a gentle thwack.

"No," he said sternly. "You need to be punished."

Your pussy was practically dripping. You were so wet that you were almost convinced he would be able to smell your arousal soaking through your panties.

"How are you going to punish me, daddy?" you asked in a faux-nervous voice, feeling his hard-on through his jeans already, heavy against your inner thigh. You knew he liked it when you called him that.

"On your knees," he said in his deep, authoritative voice, eyes daring you to object. His tone was void of his usual gentleness. Tonight, he meant business.

You sank down to the floor as he worked at his belt, unfastening the piece of leather and letting it snake to the floor.

"Take it out," he instructed.

You reached out and unzipped his jeans obediently, looking up at him with large, innocent eyes. You touched his bulge over his boxers as he sucked in a ragged breath, unable to hide the effect you had on him despite himself.

Tugging down the waistband of his underwear, his cock sprung free, thick and heavy and red, the velvety head waiting to be sheathed inside your mouth.

"Suck it and make daddy feel good," he commanded, his fingers lacing themselves through your hair.

You didn't need to be told twice. You opened your mouth and wasted no time in swallowing up his cock, his length barely fitting inside your mouth, but you tried your best. You relished the taste of him, the slightly salty tang of his pre-cum, urging yourself to take him deeper and farther down your throat no matter how your gag-reflex protested at the intrusion.

Your eyes teared up as he began to gently fuck your mouth, his hands tugging on your hair without the actual force to hurt you, but encouraging you to take more and more of him into your mouth.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, head rolling back in pleasure as you served him, your mouth forming a suction around his fat cock, your tongue gliding up the length of his dick as you released him with a pop.

Your eyes were wet as you dived in again to taste him, so addictive, enough to make you feel so fucking horny.

For a good five minutes, the only sounds filling the room were his dirty praises and the gargle of you choking on his cock. Eventually you couldn't hold in your needy whines any longer.

"Please, can you put it inside me?" you begged.

"Mmm. I don't know if you deserve it."

Panic flashed briefly within you. Bucky had been known to deny you of release before when you had been particularly naughty, and you mewled in protest. You didn't want to be teased tonight.

"Please, I'll be good. Need you inside me. Don't you want to come inside my tight pussy?" You knew exactly what words would make him attack you hungrily like predator on prey.

Bucky snarled and bent down to grasp your upper arms, jerking you upright to your feet. He shucked off his jeans which were still pooled around his ankles and picked you up with ease, bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. He tossed you onto your bed like you weighed nothing.

He shrugged off his jacket and tore his shirt off so he was completely naked, his muscular chest and arms flexing as he undressed. You were still on your back as he crawled onto the bed, positioning himself on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. You watched as he hitched up the bottom of your dress so it rolled up to your waist, pulling down the neckline so your breasts fell out and presented themselves to him.

"You want this?" he asked, slapping his cock against your pussy through your panties. His hands reached down to grab your tits, squeezing roughly.

"Please, please, please," you chanted like a mantra, hands reaching out for him. You pushed your panties aside with one hand and took his cock in the other, urging him to go inside.

"Needy, aren't we?" Bucky chuckled, biting down on his lower lip. "Tell me what you want. Use your words, doll."

"I want your cock in my cunt," you said desperately, wanting - no, needing to be filled by him. "I want you to fuck me like the fuckdoll I am. I want you to cum inside me, please - Bucky!" You screamed out when he suddenly thrust inside you without warning, without letting you adjust as he entered you all at once.

He bottomed out with a groan, his cock stretching your tight hole.

"Oh god, Bucky," you moaned as he moved with ruthless speed, fucking in and out of your pussy with such force that your tits bounced with every movement. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you angrily, tongue sliding into your mouth.

"This cunt is mine," he hissed, punctuating every word with a sharp jerk of his hips. "No one else. You belong to me. Say it."

"I - ah - belong to - ah - I belong you you, Bucky!" you whined, struggling to catch your breath. "Wait, not so fast, please," you moaned as he hit that spot deep inside your cervix with no mercy.

He didn't stop his pace, only moved to prop your legs up over his shoulders to allow him even better access to you, his cock seemingly sinking even deeper into you, in a way that felt impossible. You felt so full, so over-stimulated, you knew you wouldn't last long.

"Not so fast?" Bucky repeated with a humorless laugh, mocking you. "You wanted it to badly before, doll. I'm just giving it to you."

"Ah -Bucky - " tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to make a coherent sentence.

"Love how you're clenching around my cock. You were made to take my cock, to be filled up by me," Bucky said, the words making you wetter by the minute. "Gonna cum inside you, doll, gonna give you every last drop. Gonna remind you who you belong to. Gonna pound my cock into you until you beg me to stop."

"Daddy, please, cum inside me," you gasped. You could feel yourself reaching your orgasm, that feeling of pleasure creeping up slowly until you found yourself begging Bucky to keep going. "Please don't stop, don't stop, i'm almost there. Please keep fucking me, Bucky!"

A feral noise left Bucky's mouth as his cock continued to dive in and out of your sore pussy, never once faltering. You knew he could feel it when you clenched around him with a gasp, stars blinding your eyes as you came, his name falling off your tongue.

"Oh god," you gasped, heart beating rapidly as Bucky never stopped moving, smirking at your shaking form.

His hands reached down to flick at your clit as you squirmed, too sensitive.

"Bucky, no," you whined weakly, the pleasure too much for you as he continued to play with your pussy all the while his shaft disappeared into your cunt again and again, slick with your juices.

"You can do it one more time, doll, I know you can. Cum for daddy," Bucky grunted.

"Are you gonna cum inside me?" you asked as you felt the burning beginnings of another orgasm slowly stir inside you, biting on the inside of your cheeks to stop yourself from screaming. Your hands made their way to Bucky's neck, pulling him down to kiss you again.

"You're my cumslut, aren't you?" Bucky asked, eyes boring into mine. "Or do you want me to cum on your tits? Your face?"

The image of him painting your face white with his semen was almost too much. Tempting, but you knew you wanted it all in you tonight.

"Inside," you requested, almost begging.

He grunted in acknowledgement, and you knew he was close as he continued to draw circles around your clit.

He sped up the pace, one hand reaching out to grab the headboard behind you, vibranium hand crushing the wood as his hips stuttered. He groaned loudly as he shot his seed inside you, unloading his cum inside your willing cunt.

"Fuck, doll, you feel so fucking good," he hissed.

It was your second undoing at the feeling of him filling you up, and you unraveled seconds after he did, tears streaming down your face at the absolute electric pleasure of it.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you sweating and panting, his lips burying themselves against your neck.

"God, that was fucking incredible," he said eventually, slightly out of breath. His cock was still inside your pussy, and you whimpered at the feeling of him sliding out of your hole as he softened, his cum following suit.

"You're leaking out of me," you sniffed in protest.

Bucky reached down to deftly slide three fingers into your used cunt, inciting a squeal from your lips, a teasing smile on his face as he lifted his head to look at you, challenging you.

His fingers fucked you, fucking his cum back inside, playing with it as you almost sobbed out loud at the feeling. Eventually he withdrew his hand and lifted his digits to your mouth, which you opened automatically.

You licked him clean, the taste of your combined fluids making you shiver with delight.

"Mmm, Bucky..."

You felt your eyes grow heavy as you finally came down from the high, but you could feel Bucky growing hard against you again, his hand pumping his cock to encourage it.

"Doll, we're not even nearly finished yet."

[shamrockqueen]

Pink demon

Pairing : (Pretty in pink series) Hot Neighbor Bucky x Reader

Warnings : R18, oral, smut, slutty costumes, P*rn with a little bit of Plot, licking up cum

Word count : 2853

AO3 link

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You slid one corner of the heavy cape over your shoulder, taking one last moment to admire the pretty pink latex of your strappy costume. You drop the thick fabric back over top of it so that your little trick can be properly concealed before heading towards the front door.

You’ve made a gamble like this before, but with the loss of home field advantage, the stakes seemed a little higher this time around. But, after the payoff you received last time, you just couldn't resist using the anty.

You readjusted your little plastic devil's horns so that they sat perfectly straight on top of your head, all before grabbing your trick-or-treating bucket and heading for the door.

It was far too late for any trick-or-treaters to still be wandering around, leaving a dark and empty street ahead of you as you turned off your own lights and left your house. You looked out at the nice neighborhood, searching out the still-lit home of your quiet neighbor. His porch lights were off, but the main light in the living room was still bright as ever.

Your heels, also concealed by the silky cloak, clacked along the pavement as you made the journey down the street. The twinkling of the little orange pumpkin lights strung over his porch came into view as you approached his brick steps.

You were a little surprised that he even decorated, as it didn’t seem like him to shop for plastic Jack o'lanterns. Yet as you looked at the goofy decorations, it made him seem all the more sweet to have put in the effort.

After getting up the two steps, you finally made it to the door, pressing the button for the doorbell and fussing with your horns as you waited for the *Ding-Dong* to be answered.

You heard his footsteps before the door came open. He had a large bowl of candy tucked under one arm and a look of surprise lighting up his face.

“Uh, hi. Long time, no see.” He spoke with amusement as he eyed the bright pink devil horns atop your head in contrast to the dark cloth draped over your little body. “What brings you by at this hour?”

“Trick or treat.” You said it with a wide smile as you pulled your hands from under your coat to not only reveal your plastic pumpkin basket but your pink straps and bare skin as well.

The bucket of candy nearly slipped out from under his arm as his eyes widened at the sight of you. In the next second, after tossing the bowl to a side table, he reaches out for your arm to quickly drag you into the house, nearly slamming the door closed behind you.

“What are you doing walking around in something like that?” His tone was more amusing than scolding as he continued to take in what little the cape had revealed so far.

“What, this?” You slipped your fingers under the edge of the cape and slid it over your shoulder so that every strap and zipper were available to be taken in by his hungry eyes.

It was almost too easy. “It’s my costume.”

He was almost choking on any of the words he was trying to get out. His hands move instead, hitting the lock in the door and switching off the main light to signal that the house is done passing out candy.

When he steps closer to you, it’s slower, almost like a predator backing its small prey into a darkened corner. His fingers reach up to untie the little bow of ribbon that held the cape together, letting it fall down your body to pool at your feet.

“You walked all the way here, dressed like this?” His voice sounded so heavy and low that you nearly felt the purr of it in your own chest as it bumped against yours. His heavy steps echoed through the room as he backed you towards the nearest wall.

You don’t answer back, not being able to handle his reaction to taking such a left turn. Your shoes nearly tangle in the cape as you're made to move.

“What if someone saw you? Do you have any idea what someone might do to you if they saw this?” He ends his one-sided question with a rough tug at the little zipper that kept the bottom piece of your costume together.

You couldn’t help the little gasp that puffed past your lips before you tried to regain your composure. You didn’t want to lose the upper hand just yet.

You slowly reached out to drag your nails from the collar of his shirt and down the plains of his chest until they met the hem of his jeans.

“Is it anything like what you want to do to me now?” You spoke as you batted your lashes and dug your fingers between the denim and his skin.

He gritted his teeth together once your palm met his pubic bone and your nimble digits circled around his hidden shaft.

He almost growled in response as he pressed himself hard against your hand.

“Oh, Doll. You have no idea. I mean, look at you.” He tilted his head until it tapped yours, just to get a better view of your precious little costume.

“You came all the way to my house, dressed like this.” His own fingers reached up to tug at one of the little straps at your waist and let it go to snap back against your skin.

“Ouch…Don’t you like it?” You give him a shy little pout as he huffs and puffs above you.

“I do.” It was spoken lowly as his eyes slipped back up your body to meet yours.

His hand comes up to tuck a finger under your chin, pushing your head up so that your lips meet his for a small but slow kiss.

His mouth slides over yours, his tongue dipping against your bottom lip before he slides it between his teeth.

He has you easily distracted, giving him room to slide his hands from the sides of your neck and over the little straps of your top. His fingers graze the soft skin of your tummy before his arms circle your waist. You were still too mesmerized by the flick and prod of his tongue along yours as his mouth engulfed you to stop him as his arms tightened around your body.

He pulled you from the wall and swung your body toward the edge of the nearby sofa. Your shoes buckled as your bottom hit the armrest, and your body teetered over to hit his cushy navy-colored pillows. You couldn’t help the giggles that erupted from your belly, nor could he help but give a sly smile as he stepped towards you to cover your body with his.

He was met instead with your hands pressing to his chest to push him back up and off of you, still chuckling as you teased him. “Hey, where’s my candy, mister?"

He stood back with an amused huff. It takes so much out of him not to just attack you right now, fingers digging hard into his own apullstry as he looks down at your teasy little pout. He could swear that if he saw you pop out your bottom lip one more time, he was going to bite it again. “Are you serious?"

"I said trick or treat; now where's my candy?" You punctuate the last word by pressing the hard platform of your heel against his chest to keep him from trying to devour you any further. You wanted to be reckless and push him just that extra inch to knock him over the edge.

"You little brat."

He still had half a bowl of treats left in the bowl he’d discarded onto the side table, so he took a sharp breath before speaking again: “You want candy? Oh, I’ll get you some damn candy.”

He tore himself away to haughtily dig through the bowl, grabbing a wide lollipop before bringing the plastic wrapper to his mouth and tearing it away with his teeth. It was bright green with a bit of chewy caramel at the top to mimic a candy apple. He leans back over you to bring the loli to your sweet pink lips, growling out a single word.

“Lick!”

You didn’t have to be told twice while flicking your wet tongue along the hard candy. The taste of a sour green apple nearly stings the tip of your tongue until it reaches the sweet caramel top.

“What do you say, Doll?” The words rumbled from his chest to vibrate into the air as he stared down at you like some easy but elusive prey.

“Mm, thank you.” You say this as you drag your mouth along the lolli before leaning up to take it fully into your mouth to give it a good suck.

“Now where we’re we, until you so bratily interrupted me.” He gritted out a tight, hungry smile as his fingers left the little plastic stick at the end of your sour, sweet candy apple prize. He wouldn’t be made to wait any longer. It had been so long since he had last seen you, often making him sweat and bite at his knuckles at the memory of your tight little pussy wrapped so deliciously around his cock. He’d have to watch you walk around your yard in your sweet girly skirts as they grazed the top of your thighs; any higher, and you’d be flashing the neighborhood your lacy delicates.

No, you’ve made him wait far too long. This time you came to him, wrapped up in slutty pink ribbons like the little devil you were, and he was going to sink his teeth right in. He looks down at your latex panties, flicking the little zipper over your mound before taking it between his thumb and pointer fingers. He dropped to his knees and leaned in to take the side of the fabric between his teeth before pulling the zipper down to expose your dewy pink petals to the cool evening air.

You were already slick, no doubt excited by your own naughty little display. Yet, you pretended to pay him no mind as you sucked at the lolli. It only worked to make him want to tease you further as he dragged his lips along your mound until they met your sweet folds. He’s slipping his tongue through them, dipping it into your core to lap at your sweet nectar.

You tried to fight the tingling tickle of his wet muscle as it pried you open to dip deep into your quivering pink channel. You bit down on the candy as you held in a shaky gasp and tried not to squirm around beneath him.

“You think you can hold it, princess? I’ll make you cream on my face. Make these knees shake through the whole night.” He didn’t mind your resolve for now; it would be just another challenge he would easily crush.

He dragged his teeth over your sensitive bud, finally pushing a weak little whine past your lips as his tongue slid over that magic pearl to circle it with the tip.

“Bucky!” Your voice quaked as the lolli cracked under the pressure of your bite. Your body is keening and bowing, subconsciously pushing your pussy against his busy lips.

He ate you raw until the little plastic stick fell from between your lips as you struggled to swallow the sweet-sour candy mixture. Then you were his, huffing and harping out little gasps and cries, gushing out onto his tongue as he delved into your fluttering cunt. You’d nearly reached that peak when he finally pulled away, leaving you to whine at the loss.

He wiped the excess slick from his lips with the back of his hand before quickly crawling over your shaking body. He falls his hands into fists, pressing them into the cushions beside your hips and head.

“Don’t be like that. If I’m gonna make you cum, then it’s gonna be wrapped around my cock.” He nipped at your wobbly bottom lip before sliding his mouth over yours, snaking his tongue past your teeth to lap at the sour-sweet flavor within and mixing it with the taste of your sloppy cunt as it still lingered on his lips.

He pulled away from you with a messy pop, leaning up just enough to dig the button on his jeans out of its loop and dragging its zipper down. He pressed his hand into the open denim, pulling his hardened member into his fist to drag it out to press against you.

It was hard enough that it nearly curved, and you watched as he gave himself a long test pump and nearly drooled at the sight of a drop of cloudy precum pearling out at the tip before dripping onto your bare mound.

He looked up at your gawking face and chuckled as he aligned himself with the messy opening of your sweet pink pussy. Like the hard press of his knuckles into the upholstery below, his movements were harsh but slow. He breached your tender core with one long, hard, agonizing thrust. You were plenty wet after the way you had made a mess on his tongue, so he could just slide himself in until his balls pressed to your ass and the head of his cock twitched against the deepest part of your cunt.

“Ah..fuck..I missed this.” He growled down at you as he dragged his hips back, unsheathing himself from you and letting the head of his cock pull through your trembling body.

“You don’t visit me enough, doll. I swear.”

“Mm..sorry,” you could barely think as he pushed back inside, savoring the feel of you throbbing around him as he leaned down to press his forehead to yours. You can hardly hold onto where your nails had dug into the sofa as he drove himself in and out of your tight channel. Pushing little gasps out of your belly.

When he reached down to grip your knees, pushing them up near your chest and driving himself in and out of you as he did. It nearly made you choke on the building drool behind your tongue. “Ah”

The smack of his pelvis meeting your thighs echoed through the dark room as he growled out into the hair. “FuUck, y-you better not keep me waiting this long again! Ah-I fuckin mean it, princess!"

You couldn’t respond with anything other than a series of sharp squeals as he forced the air from your lungs with each thrust into you. He just continued to smash at the tightly winding spring in the pit of your belly until it twisted hard enough that it finally snapped.

You bit down on the knuckle of your finger as you gushed around his cock. Your sore pussy clamped around him as he drove the climax through every bone in your body, leaving you a shaking mess beneath him.

The deep timber of his voice rang through the air to mix with your little cries as he chased after his own end. You were so tight and perfect that it would be too much, and with some better judgment, he pulled away right as he knew he’d start to spill.

He squeezed the head of his cock in his fist as his hips spasmed above you, and his seed finally spurted out onto his palm.

You have a small disappointment whine as you watch a bit of his cum drip from his fingers. What a waste.

“Don’t pout. We got lucky last time, but we don’t want to have any accidents; now do we, Doll?”

You barely hear him, still lost in your own little afterglow, as you push yourself up and take one of his sticky fingers between your lips. You give his digit a hard suck before pulling away to flick your tongue over his palm and lap up his seed.

“Oh, shit..you like that? Just licking up my cum, you little slut?” You chuckled deeply as he ran his clean hand through your messy hair.

You give a little nod and a mumbled “mhm” before he pulls your head away by the back of your hair, making the little pink plastic horns fall from your head.

The night was far from over as he turned you into his sweet pink fuckdoll until the sun rose through the windows of his living room. Even then, he was hesitant to let you go, but when the time came, he offered you a change of clothes to cover your sullied costume. Making it a little easier to walk home in the light of day.

Now, dressed in a baggy t-shirt, sweatpants, and your clunky heels, you bid him goodbye.

You say it sweetly as you lean in on your tippy toes for one last kiss, whispering, “Until next time, Mr. Barnes.”

He meets your little peck before answering with “I’ll be waiting.”

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Slam

Following an injury in the field, Bucky goes to check on Steve in the infirmary and confesses his feelings and his fears.

CW: Minor injury, smut, first time. Don’t forget to use lube, folks – unless you’re a super soldier.

Prompts used;

‘Bad Coping Mechanisms’, ‘Mutual Pining’ and ‘Wall Sex’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents);

“You Look So Pretty Like This.” and ‘Muscles’ – @stuckybingo;

“I’m Right Where I Belong.” and “You Getting Flustered is One of the Cutest Things I’ve Seen.” – @sebastianstanbingo.

Check it out on AO3 here, or below! Boards at the bottom. Banner by @sarahowritesostucky

Bucky raced through the corridors, the serum’s power flowing through him as his feet pounded the linoleum, heart hammering in his chest.

As soon as the news of Steve’s injury had reached him, he’d been up and running, with fear he hadn’t felt in decades pulsing in his veins. Ever since Steve had been bulked up in the war, Bucky had been able to slowly let go of the terror for Steve’s longevity that had plagued him since he’d met the kid at six years old, scrawny but surprisingly bold – and prone to getting his ass kicked. But the serum Steve had received had made the once-tiny man a hulking mass of muscle and sinew, invulnerable to most things thrown at him, and Bucky had finally been able to relax a little – though he still worried about his childhood friend more than any other member of the team.

Bucky blamed it on their longstanding connection and the camaraderie born from being the only two super soldiers, both displaced from their own time by time in ice (and servitude, in Bucky’s case). It was a miracle they were both here, together, a hundred years in the future and experiencing things they never even dreamt of.

That was it, Bucky argued, when he lay awake at night thinking of the skinny kid from Brooklyn, the strong man he’d grown into. He argued it was appreciation of the smooth curves of muscle that had him fantasising about the water flowing over his back when he’d glimpsed him in the shower after a training session. It was simply concern that had him inspecting his Captain’s bare chest when his suit had been ripped in battle, checking thoroughly for cuts and scrapes.

He'd argued, but it was as he was skidding to a halt and slamming through the infirmary doors that it finally hit him that his argument was a lie.

The sight of Steve lay on the thin medical paper, his back to the doors as Bruce finished stitching a deep wound above his hipbone, had Bucky pausing and panting for breath. It’d been a long time since he’d managed to move so quickly that he was forced to breathe harder, but his strides had barely touched the floor as he’d flown towards his teammate.

“Hey, Buck.”

The Winter Soldier cocked his head sharply, smiling just a little to himself as he saw Steve’s muscles relax minutely. “How did you know it was me?”

“Heard you running. Anyone else would be far more breathless – and definitely couldn’t move so fast.” The grin in Steve’s voice was audible, and Bucky chuckled, moving closer slowly.

“Yeah, well. Nat messaged, and she wasn’t liberal with the details. All I knew was that you’d been hurt.”

“Worried, were you?” Steve’s shoulders trembled as he laughed silently, making Bucky snort as he rounded the table, casting an assessing eye over the shallow lacerations marring the Captain’s bare chest as he took a seat.

“Actually, I was hoping to get here in time to pull the plug,” Bucky quipped, grinning, and Steve rolled his eyes affectionately.

“Your life wouldn’t be worth living without me in it, and you know it,” Steve teased back, lips quirked in a fond smile before he grimaced as the doctor tied off his thread. Buck reached out automatically, squeezing Steve’s hand reassuringly, heat tingling up his palm at the contact. He’d done this dozens of times as a youth, Steve’s fingers clinging desperately to his as the larger boy had carefully cleaned yet another split lip or scraped palm, but it felt different now, with Steve’s palm comparable to his and Bucky’s metal fingers cool against his skin – and Steve’s pulse beginning to pound at the contact.

“I’m all done here,” Bruce murmured, gently pressing an adhesive bandage to the suture line. “Keep it covered and dry for a few days, and the stitches should dissolve in a week or so. You’ll be good as new by then.” The doctor grinned, shaking his head fondly. “If only all of my patients recovered so quickly!”

Steve chuckled obligingly, pulling the edge of his suit a little higher to obscure both bandage and sharp curve of bone. “You’d be out of a job, Dr. Banner. Thanks again,” he added as Bruce rose, receiving a polite inclination of the head for his gratitude.

The boys were left alone, fingers still entwined together, Steve fiddling with the ragged edges of his clothing idly. “I’m gonna have to get a new suit… This one got pretty shredded.”

Bucky laughed, running a palm over the lacerated star hanging over the edge of the table. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I got thrown. Road rash sucks,” the Captain replied with a shrug, and groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position. “But you heard Bruce – I’ll be good as new in a few days.”

James nodded, eventually releasing his friend’s hand with a discreet twitch of his jaw. “Yeah. You were always the strong one.” Steve snorted and raised an eyebrow, considering his fellow soldier pointedly, but Bucky only laughed and shook his head. “Maybe, when we were younger, I could pick up something heavier than you. But you were always so… Tough. You weren’t scared of anything.” He smiled softly, head tilted minutely. “Actually, no. You were scared, but you always stood up for yourself anyway. You never let anyone keep you down or underestimate you. That’s real strength.”

Steve chuckled, his cheeks pinkening minutely as he looked away. “Not always,” he muttered, hands knotting uncertainly in his lap. “There were some things I just… I didn’t fight when the insults and assumptions started flying.”

“The assumptions?” Bucky repeated softly, head cocked. When Steve only shrugged, Bucky leaned forward conspiratorially. “You getting flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”

Steve blinked in surprise, his back straightening nervously. “I-I… What?”

Bucky smiled softly, leaning a little closer. “Those assumptions… Do you mean the ones about your sexuality?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, eyeing his friend nervously. “… You heard about that?”

The sergeant arched an eyebrow, head inclined. “Of course, Stevie. You’re my best friend. Besides… We spent a whole lot of time together. It wasn’t just you that they made those assumptions about.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve replied quickly, looking away as guilt creased his features, but Bucky simply chuckled.

“Don’t be. They were right.”

The words sat in the still air for a moment before they collided visibly with the Captain, sending him jerking backwards in shock.

“They- You- … What?” Steve stammered, his eyes widening in shock.

“I’m gay,” Bucky replied easily, shrugging. “Well, no – I’m bisexual. But we both know it’s not the women you were asking about.” Steve’s mouth worked wordlessly, and Bucky smirked. “So? What about you? Were they right about you, too?”

Steve glanced around uncertainly, examining the empty space as if checking for someone hiding in the shadows. “… Why did you come so quickly, Buck?”

“I asked you first.”

“I’m trying to answer. Humour me. Why did you come so quickly?” he repeated, looking down to where his fingers were knotted in his lap.

“Because… Because I care about you?” Bucky offered uncertainly, and Steve nodded, eyes diverted.

“As a friend?” he prompted quietly. Bucky hesitated for a moment, watching as his Captain struggled silently to find the words he was looking for. “… I’m not gay, Buck.” The sergeant blushed minutely, opening his mouth to respond, but Steve held up a hand to stop him. “But I’m not straight, either. I… I’ve only ever wanted to be with – been in love with – one person. After all these years… It’s still only ever been one person.”

Bucky sat silently for a moment, and when he spoke, his voice was soft, apprehensive. “Who?”

“Don’t make me say it,” Steve replied, a wry grin quirking at his lips.

Bucky reached out, fingers finding his best friend’s once more, swallowing nervously. “Tell me, Stevie. Please.”

Steve glanced up at last, the brush draining from his cheeks with the sincerity of the moment, ice meeting cerulean in an all-encompassing gaze. “You, Bucky. It’s always been you.”

The words released a feral urgency in his fellow soldier, moving forward to kiss him in a clash of lips and tongues, a low whine escaping the brunette as he tangled his metal fingers in the other’s hair.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Bucky muttered, shifting to trail kisses over the broader man’s jaw, his free hand finding Steve’s hip to pull him closer. “I can’t believe I wasted so much time trying to bury my feelings in drinking and whoring…”

Steve nodded weakly, head instinctively tipping back under his sergeant’s rapturous ministrations. “I-I… I never knew you… I never expected…” He swallowed audibly, hips twitching as his arousal became ever more evident under the skin-tight material of his uniform. Bucky let out a quiet groan of desire, fingers trailing over Steve’s hipbone slowly – but the blond grasped his wrist as his fingertips brushed against his increasingly stiffening length. “Wait.”

Bucky winced, drawing back with a quick, apologetic shake of his head. “I-I’m sorry. We don’t have to, of course, I-”

Steve kissed his lover softly to interrupt him, shaking his head with a smile. “I want to,” he breathed, his fingers finding the back of Bucky’s neck to press their foreheads together. “I’ve just- I… I’ve never…”

Bucky’s face went blank as comprehension dawned, lips parting minutely. “You… Oh.” A smile flickered across his features, and he cupped Steve’s jaw gently. “That’s fine, sweet boy. We go as slow as you like, and do as much or as little as you want. It’s all up to you.”

Steve nodded slowly, then more firmly, and pulled Bucky back to him by the neck of his t-shirt, crushing his lips desperately against the taller man’s.

Buck’s hands were gentle as they explored the Captain’s bare chest, tracing the dips and curves of bone and muscle reverently, mapping each detail and committing every modicum of minutiae to memory – just in case. Steve shivered under his touch, the hand on the back of the sergeant’s neck drawing him closer as he lay back, gasping at the thigh that pressed lightly against his throbbing length.

“Buck, please,” he whispered, tugging gently at the other man’s shirt, purring with delight when the material was shed and dropped to the floor. His hands fumbled with the taller man’s belt, hesitating only minutely before pressing a palm to Bucky’s boxer-clad member and blushing shyly at the relieved groan the motion elicited.

Buck’s lips trailed slowly along jaw and throat, over Steve’s collarbone, proceeding patiently over chest and stomach. Bucky’s knees met the floor as his fingers curled in the waistband of the other man’s underwear. He glanced up to receive clarification, and when he was offered a nod, nervous but sure, he slowly slid Steve’s boxers down, trailing gentle kisses in their wake. When he looked up again to take in his Captain in all his glory, his mouth ran dry, tongue darting out to wet his lips in anticipation. He rocked on his heels for a moment, enjoying the sight for a little longer before falling forward, growling hungrily. His mouth encompassed Steve’s length quickly, eliciting a gasp and a whimper from the soldier pinned to the table, his hands tangling frantically in Bucky’s wild hair.

“I- Oh, Buck, th-that’s so…” Steve trailed off into a desperate moan, his back arching instinctively to press himself deeper. Bucky, in his experience, simply swallowed around his amateur partner’s erratic thrusts to take him into his throat, hands finding his hips to help smoothen his pace, earning a quiet, stammering exclamation for his efforts. The feeling of Bucky’s tongue massaging the underside of his cock as it passed between expert, kiss-flushed lips had him quivering and mewling uselessly until the sergeant pulled back, oceanic eyes dancing with joy. “Good?”

Steve all but sobbed in his pleasure, raising his head to nod weakly. “A-Amazing. Please, honey, Buck… I want… I need…”

“Anything you want, baby boy,” Bucky purred, wrapping a loose, coaxing hand around Steve’s length while he spoke – but unable to keep from leaning in intermittently to pass tongue or lips over the leaking tip, delighting in the gasps and jerks the simple gesture invoked. “You just say the word, and I-”

“I want to make love to you,” Steve interrupted softly, pink tinging his cheeks as he spoke, his twitching cock betraying his enthusiasm. Bucky blinked in surprise before smiling tenderly with an amused shake of his head.

“And here I’d had you pinned as a bottom… What a pleasant surprise,” Bucky breathed, powerless to stop one of his hands from grinding against the straining in his sweatpants desperately, eyes blown wide with lust. “I’ve thought about you fucking me so many times…” He winced minutely, expecting a reprimand from his straight-laced captain for his language, but the blond simply smiled.

“I may be inexperienced, Buck, but I’ve overheard enough sleeping in the room next to Tony’s to expect a little cussing in these situations.”

Bucky simply nodded, standing to pull his shirt over his head, and Steve gulped. He’d seen the brunette in varying degrees of undress on countless occasions, but always he had kept his eyes diverted and downcast, never looking up for fear he would give himself away. But now he could let his gaze roam freely, taking in the curve of the sinew and muscle, of strong arms and well-defined pecs, his expression softening minutely as he took in the puckered ridge of scar where flesh met metal. Bucky shifted self-consciously, raising a hand to rub uncertainly at the marred skin, and Steve pushed himself quickly to his feet, catching the other man’s fingers. “Hey… You’re beautiful, he whispered, dropping his head to pepper kisses along the seam reverently.

Bucky stiffened infinitesimally, relaxation gradually easing the tension in his muscles, a soft sigh escaping parted lips as his eyes closed. “I want you, Steve,” he breathed, fingertips trailing through the short hair adoringly.

Steve could only nod in response, hands fumbling with Bucky’s belt as he dropped to his knees, one flushed, pink lip pulled between his teeth. His breath ghosted over the bulge in the sergeant’s boxers, making the taller man shiver with delight. With a slow, nervous exhale, he wrapped his fingers in Bucky’s waistband, eyes widening minutely as the soldier’s cock was freed at last. Bucky smirked, hand resting gently on Steve’s head, letting out a quiet groan as the barest flick of a tongue passed over his tip. “Please, baby boy, I need you to-”

Bucky’s words were interrupted by his own sharp yelp as Steve clumsily but enthusiastically took him, his inexperience making him gag at the depth, but he recovered to bob his head just as eagerly. The taller man groaned, hand knotting in pale strands, head falling back as he attempted to guide his needy lover into smoother motions, but Steve grasped desperately at his hips, still frantically attempting to take Bucky’s length deeper. “Easy, Stevie,” he breathed, shifting one hand to cup the other man’s jaw tenderly, smiling at the soft whine around his cock. “You really want it deeper, hm?” Steve blinked balefully up at him, tongue still eagerly caressing every inch available, and the sergeant chuckled quietly, gently raising Steve’s chin slightly. “Swallow,” he murmured, pushing forward slowly, using the rhythmic motion of his lover’s obedience to sheath himself fully in Steve’s throat with a shudder. “Fuck, baby boy- so goddamn hot… You look so pretty like this…” His eyes found the other man’s, the pale blue shining with joy, lips parted wide around his cock, and Bucky could have come undone simply at the sight. Steve could only mewl with satisfaction, lashes flickering in pleasure as Bucky rocked his hips, driving his length into his Captain’s throat before drawing back just far enough to let him snatch a breath.

It didn’t take long for the brunette’s muscles to begin to tremble and clench, incensed by the sight of his lover stretched and kneeling before him. The fingers in his hair tensed, and Steve’s eyebrow twitched questioningly. “I-I can’t- I’ll- I can’t hold out,” Bucky stuttered, the rock of his hips become spasmodic – but Steve simply dug his fingers into the other man’s flesh, groaning encouragingly. Bucky hissed with the realisation, free hand joining the first, holding Steve’s head still as his thrusts became more forceful. The feeling of soft whimpers vibrating around his length spurred him on, and he stammered out a quick warning before burying himself deeply, fingernails catching  against scalp as he pinned his submissive Captain against him. “Fuck, Steve- Stevie!”

Steve’s eyes closed in pleasure as his sergeant emptied with a guttural groan, swallowing eagerly, licking his lips as his trembling partner drew back at last. “Thank you,” Bucky breathed, unclenching his hand to smooth the messy blond strands tenderly. Steve opened his eyes to meet his gaze, hesitating only briefly before scrambling to his feet to pin the brunette to the wall, earning a grunt of surprise and a dry gulp.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Cap growled, one hand wrapping lightly around his sergeant’s throat, smiling when a quiet whimper and desperate nod came in response. Bucky groaned as he was turned quickly, hands flat to the wall and ass offered willingly, the Captain’s cock pressing against him teasingly. Steve spat in his palm and slicked his length quickly, one hand steadying himself with his lover’s hip as he lined himself up.

“Please- Please, Stevie, I need you, I want you- please, just-” Bucky moaned needily as Steve pressed inside him roughly, his forehead finding the other man’s metal shoulder as he groaned.

“Bucky- Buck, honey, you feel so good…” he grunted, dragging out slowly before slamming home once more. Slowly at first, the movements of his cock inside the taller man felt incredible, the spark of discomfort from the lack of preparation or real lubricant fading quickly until Bucky was rutting back desperately, trying in vain to increase the pace. “Sweet boy, you’re so eager!”

“Yes- God, yes Sir, please, Stevie- Cap, I need you to fuck me, baby boy,” Bucky panted, fingers curling against the plaster. Steve’s fingers found his, pinning his metal hand to the wall either side of his head, while the other wrapped around his already-stiffening cock, stroking him in time as he thrusted harder. Bucky yelped in surprise, back arching. He’d been fucked many times in his life – but never by someone whose strength parallelled his own, his very bones creaking under the strain as Steve pounded against him with bruising ferocity.

Steve was lost in the heat fizzing through his veins; there was nothing but this, the feeling of Bucky wrapped around him, tight and hot, the air full of the scent of sex and the lewd sounds falling from their lips. This was everything he’d ever wanted, and he found his body reacting automatically, knowing just what to do as he drove himself deeper, their hands on the wall creating cracks in the plaster under the power.

“So beautiful – so good, James – I love you,” Steve groaned, fisting his sergeant’s cock faster as he felt his climax approaching, too far gone and too eager to slow down, to take his time in this. Bucky simply whimpered in response, his forehead pressed to the plaster, soft sobs of overwhelming pleasure falling from his lips between pleas and gratitude, rutting  back against each perfect thrust. “Please- Stevie, fuck, just like that- I-I’m going- I-” His spine arched as he came without warning, painting both his lover’s hand and the wall before him, muscles clenching around Steve’s length.

Steve wrapped an arm around his partner’s waist, dragging him against his chest as he fucked him harder still, groaning out a plea for mercy into Bucky’s throat as he finally, blissfully, emptied himself inside his sergeant.

Bucky lay panting with his head on Steven’s chest, sweat-damp and exhausted, his backside bruised, entirely blissful.

“D’you want to get up?” Steve murmured, tracing his fingers gently down his lover’s spine, earning a lazy shake of the head.

“I’m right where he belong,” Bucky whispered in response, pressing a tender kiss to the bare skin under his cheek.

[hainethehero]

Stucky & CrossShield headcanon-

Bucky & Rumlow fighting over who gets to claim Steve, when all he wants is both of them railing him until he cries.

Bucky: 😒leave him alone, he's 2 precious for this world

Brock: 😏 nah, he wants me, bad

Steve: 😫 can u two just stop fighting & plz fuck me?

Bonus: Steve's been with them both

[transstuckywriter]

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Between the testosterone Steve had been taking since ‘39, first in pills Bucky would steal and now in regular injections Bucky supervised, and the serum, Steve’s cock had grown exponentially since they were a couple of young men struggling to survive in Brooklyn. A handful of surgeries sometime between when Steve was unfrozen and when he dragged Bucky kicking and screaming out of decades of brainwashing had formed it into a perfect cock, big enough to fuck him up with the prettiest set of balls for Bucky to nuzzle on particularly lazy days. This was not the kind of day that would give him the time or luxury to do that, if the way Steve was currently stringing him along was any indication. Or: I read a tumblr post about trans Steve topping post-bottom surgery and now have three separate WIPs in my folder about it

Inspired by this post by @gay-jewish-bucky

[thestoryloft]

Attitude Problem

Bucky Barnes x Reader smut

contains DUB-CON, spanking, biting, degradation, as well as fluff, aftercare, praise, etc.

Bucky knows you want him- and he's tired of you pretending you don't.

“You have a fucking attitude problem, that's what!”

You laughed out loud, throwing your arms into the air.  “That's fucking rich coming from the most self-absorbed, bratty man I’ve ever met.”

Bucky’s expression darkened at your words, and his face was so severe as he stepped forward you moved back instinctively.

“You want to talk about being bratty, Princess?”  

He moved closer toward you, jabbing his pointer finger against your chest.

“This is all a fucking act you put on to look tough.  I know you want me more than anything.  I turn you on and you’re just too stubborn or scared to admit it.”

You slapped his hand away, stepping towards him menacingly now.  “You’re so fucking stupid, you have no idea what you're talking about.”  

How dare he say that shit to you, even if every word of it was true, and just hearing him call you out like that sent tremors of excitement through you and practically soaked your underwear.

It was Bucky’s turn to laugh at you.  “Oh really?  We’ll see.”  His voice deepened to almost a growl as he closed the distance between you, grabbing your face roughly in his hands and pressing his lips against yours.

Lightning swept through your body, your lips and fingertips tingling and your heart racing, but you pushed him back as hard as you could.  There was no way in hell you’d let him win like that, no matter how much you wanted him to do it again.

“Get the fuck away from me!”  You yelled it as loud as you possibly could, trying to convince yourself as much as him.

Bucky said nothing but grabbed your waist this time, forcing you to back up against the wall.

You smacked the wall with a thud and Bucky attacked your lips again.  You pushed yourself off the wall a few inches and tried to wrench his hands off of you, cursing at him.  He was far too strong, especially with his metal arm, and barely budged.

Bucky kept his metal arm pinned to your waist and let go with his other hand to reach behind you and slap your ass hard.  

You cried out in pain but despite yourself, it came out as a loud moan.  Your pussy was already aching but when he spanked you it started throbbing.

Bucky pulled back from your lips, surprise on his face that was quickly replaced by dark, arrogant, excitement.

“You dirty little slut.”  He breathed into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.  “You liked that.”

You huffed, quickly losing any control you had in the situation but desperately trying to hold onto it.  

“I did not!  You’re disgusting, let-”

He spanked you again, harder this time and you cried out again, running from his hand and straight into his chest.

Bucky grabbed you around the waist with his metal arm again, trapping you.  

“You really are a brat, aren't you, Princess?”  He whispered as he pressed his lips to yours once more.  

This was bad.  You were enjoying it too much, melting into his kiss and embrace.  Your cheeks flamed with embarrassment.

You bit his bottom lip, hard.

Bucky growled- no, roared-  at the pain, grabbing your arm and dragging you across the room.  You stumbled to stay on your feet until he stopped in front of the bed and tossed you onto it like a sack of potatoes.  

You landed on your stomach and before you could scramble up he was on top of you.  He pinned your arms behind you and you were forced to struggle vainly against his literal iron grip.

“You stupid little slut.  You love when I make you behave, don't you?”

Goddamnit, you needed him.  Your whole body was hot and your pussy was practically screaming at you to give it something, anything.

You rubbed your thighs together, desperate to get some kind of friction on your clit but dreading the inevitable shame of defeat.  

Bucky saw you and yanked your legs apart, pressing down on your arms and forcing your face into the mattress.  

“Look at you, horny and trembling.”  You tried to plead with him for something you didn't have the gall to ask for, but your mouth was muffled by the blankets anyway.  

You made one final attempt to fight back and give yourself the relief your heated body needed, pressing your knees into the bed and trying to get up.

It worked momentarily but before you could get up the rest of the way Bucky’s metal hand made contact with your raised ass which sent you plummeting back to the mattress.  

All the air left your lungs, preventing you from screaming at the throbbing pain in the shape of a hand on your ass.  

Bucky returned his hand to your arms, holding them down again.  “You are so fucking desperate for me it's pathetic.”  He spat the words at you and tears began to roll down your face from pain and shame.  

He had completely dominated you and he knew it.  He knew how badly you wanted him and how badly every touch or rough smack or grab turned you on more than you’d ever been before.  

“I bet you’re just dripping for me right now.”  With one sudden movement, Bucky yanked your leggings off.  You were stunned and totally overwhelmed as he furthered your shame. 

You wriggled and let out a sob into the mattress as he ran his hand up your thigh and as you felt his hand reach your cunt you winced away from his touch.

You felt all movement above you still as you cried quietly into the bed, your head spinning from the overstimulation.

Bucky’s grasp left you suddenly and you were flipped onto your back.

Your head was lifted and set gently into Bucky’s lap, his hands soft against the sides of your face.

“Shhh, shhh.”  Bucky's voice was barely audible above you.  You kept your eyes clenched shut as you tried to catch your breath, your head still spinning and tears still flowing.  

Your tears were wiped away by the softest fingers and followed by the slightest touch of lips against your face.  

Your eyes fluttered open and you gazed up at Bucky looking down at you, a look of concern and maybe even sadness on his face.  

“Hey there, beautiful.  Breathe for me, okay?”  You let out a shuddery breath, relaxing slightly into his lap.

You were confused by the lightning-quick change of pace but you treasured the now comforting presence Bucky exuded.

He gently massaged your temples while you caught your breath and waited for the dizziness to go away, whispering encouragement and leaving tiny kisses on your cheeks and forehead and nose.

The world eventually stopped spinning and you moved to sit up.  Bucky helped you and opened his arms for you to climb into his lap.  

You instinctively lay your head on his shoulder, all thoughts of your pride far gone.  He held you close to him and you basked in the warmth of his body against yours.  

“I'm sorry.”  Bucky’s voice was sincere, something you’d heard only a few times before.  

“I went too far too fast, I didn't mean to hurt you or scare you.”

You nodded against his shoulder, still marveling at the current position you were in.

“Hey, let me see those pretty eyes, sweetheart.”

Bucky’s hand gently led your face to his and you opened your eyes and looked into his.  

He smiled, running his thumbs along your cheeks tenderly.  

“There’s my girl.”  

Your heart skipped a beat at his words.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay.”  You gave him a little smile back, wrapping your hands around his body.

“You didn't hurt me or scare me.” 

 Bucky raised an eyebrow at you.

  “Honestly.  I just got overwhelmed.  There was a lot happening.”

“I'm glad.  I don't want you to ever think I’d push you too far or hurt you in any way.  I… I want you to know I...”

Bucky struggled to find the words he needed and you couldn't help but lean in to kiss him.

It was slow and soft and if you thought you had melted into Bucky’s kiss earlier he did so even more into yours.  

You wrapped an arm around his neck as your eyes both opened, and the glimmer in the soldier’s eyes made you want to cry again. 

You rested your head back against his shoulder, your hand lazily playing with his long hair.

“You were right, you know.”  Pride be damned.  You cared about this man far too much to let him go right now.

“About what?”  You smiled into his neck, staving off a laugh.  He had completely forgotten in his concern for you and it was adorable.

You kissed your way up his neck as you took one of his hands and led it slowly to your panties.

“I think you know what, Sergeant.”

Bucky’s hand levitated right next to your pussy, a fraction of an inch away.

You made your way across his cheek with pecks and leaned back to look him in the eyes.  His eyes were shiny with lust but his face was still full of concern.

Bucky let out a deep breath, searching your face for doubt.

“Are you sure?”

You nodded.  “Definitely.”

“You’ll tell me if you need to stop or something to change?”

“Only if you do the same.”

Bucky nodded slowly.  “Okay.”

You waited for him to move but he stayed perfectly still, completely frozen.  

He seemed nervous and it made you practically swoon for him.  Instead, you leaned forward to gently bite his lip as you forced his hand directly against your scantily clad pussy.

It was like you pushed his ‘on’ button.

Bucky’s lips pressed against yours hard as he pressed against your clit with his fingers through your underwear.  

“shit.”  He felt how completely soaked you were and you felt him immediately start growing hard.

“I want you so bad, Bucky.”  You whispered against his lips.

“Fuck.”  There was the hint of a growl in the back of his throat and it made you feel giddy to have such an impact on him.

His whole hand rolled back and forth against your throbbing core, giving you just enough friction to tease you.

You tugged at Bucky’s shirt in an attempt to get it off but you were too preoccupied with his hands on you to make a real effort.  

Bucky quickly stopped to help you by pulling his shirt off before returning to your lips and cunt, leaving your hands free to explore his now-exposed chest and back.

You needed him now.  Moaning against his mouth, you tugged at his jeans in hopes he’d get the message, and luckily he did.

Bucky released you but kept his hand on your clit, kicking his pants off with one hand.

You grasped at him through his boxers but he removed your hands swiftly, pushing you gently down on your back.  

You whined in protest, wanting him now and unwilling to wait any longer.

“Bucky… please…”

“Shhhh…”

Did he just?  Yes, he actually shushed you as he crouched below you, your straddled legs still hooked around him.  You lifted your head to complain but his hot breath against your underwear sent you falling back against the comforter.

One warm and one cold hand slowly worked your underwear down, so slowly you couldn't help kicking your legs to hasten the process.

You thought you heard chuckling and wanted to retort but found yourself once again breathless as his lips grazed your cunt.  

Bucky’s arms wrapped around your thighs and you gasped as he pressed his mouth against your lips.  

He nuzzled into you, spreading you, and started licking and sucking gently.  It was absolutely heavenly after the pressure that had built up and you shamelessly thrust against his face, your hands flailing for something to grab.

One of your hands grabbed the comforter and bunched it up in your grasp while the other threaded into Bucky’s hair, tugging gently.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your climax after what felt like an eternity of arousal and teasing, and your back arched up off the mattress as you felt your nerves tingling.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna-”

Bucky buried his mouth further against you as electricity sparked through your veins.  His mouth didn’t leave your cunt for a second while you rode out your high, clinging to the matres and his hair, and he continued slowly as you began to come down as well.

You panted heavily as Bucky finally pulled away, climbing up your body and kissing along your jawline.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

His raspy words in your ear were enough to fully bring you back to reality in a split second.

You slid your hands around either side of his face and guided him to your lips, delving against his mouth and pressing your body up against his.

“Bucky, I need you.  Please.”  You whispered against his lips.  As amazing as his mouth was, you still felt an aching deep inside you.

He shakily exhaled, sitting back quickly to remove his boxers.  You sat up and hovered over his lap, taking your place there once he was fully unclothed before you.  

You reached a hand down to grasp his cock, finally.  Bucky hissed in your ear at the contact as you rubbed slowly, introducing yourself to its weight and feel.

Bucky searched for your lips and you kissed him while teasing his dick against your folds, wetting the tip.

“Fuuuck…”  Bucky moaned hard against your mouth, sounding almost desperate and you finally gave him what you both needed, raising up and lowering yourself all the way down onto his cock.

You couldn't believe how full you were.  It didn't hurt but you were almost dizzy from the intense feeling of his cock inside you.  

Bucky choked when you enveloped him, faltering and panting.  You searched his eyes and held still to make sure he was alright.

You had never ever felt so full and so good before.  You cried out shamelessly when he began moving slowly, clutching his body and pulling him even closer than he was already.  

If you thought Bucky was loud and talkative before, he was ten times more so in bed.  His mouth was full of the sweetest words and the dirtiest too.

“Fuck, you're so tight around my cock, baby.”

“That's perfect sweetheart-  oh fuck just like that.”

It was truly a side of him you’d never seen before or even knew existed.  All the shame you had felt before was gone and you basked in the arousal and pleasure his praise gave you.

His pace was slow and deep and passionate and you writhed under his ministrations.  

You ran your hands through his hair and your grip tightened with every thrust that pressed you hard against the pillows.

“Fuck, sweetheart, that’s so good.”Bucky sped up his pace slightly and you clung to him, your nerve endings exploding in pleasure.

“So fucking good for me.”  He didn’t stop talking even as his pace quickened and pressure increased, even reaching a hand down between the two of you to play with your clit.  

“Bucky, Jesus.”  His words were driving you crazy, bringing you closer to coming again already.

“Oh, you love this too, huh?”  

You nodded against his neck, not bothering to answer.  He knew very well how you felt at this moment.

“Yea, you do, Princess.”  A hint of his signature cockiness was back but you didn’t care.  On the contrary, it turned you on even more.

You tilted your head up and moaned in Bucky’s ear.  “You make me so fucking wet.  You always have.”

You heard him release a shaky pant and his arm around you gripped slightly tighter, emboldening you.

“I’ve dreamt of fucking you since we met- and that day I found you in the bathroom I wanted you to throw me against the shower wall and fuck me right there.”

“Fuck- sweetheart I’m gonna- I…”  Bucky’s pace faltered and you kept forcing yourself up and down his cock, the sensations of everything sending you into another climax.

Bucky pressed his lips against yours hard as he came, shivery moans forcing their way out of his throat.  You followed close behind, stilling on his dick and simply grinding down in his lap.

“Fuck, Princess.”  Bucky groaned as you both came down slowly, out of breath and shaking.  “That… that was…”

You waited for him to finish but he simply leaned against you, panting.  You couldn’t help but grin against his neck.  You had finally shut up Bucky Barnes.

You eventually slid up off of his cock and you both lay down against the blankets, exhausted.

You woke up slowly, your body gradually taking note of all the sensations around you.

Warm.  You were wrapped in a downy comforter and your back was nestled against another person’s body radiating warmth all around you.  

Soft.  You pressed your head further against your pillow and gently ran your hand along the silky smooth skin of the arm wrapped around you.

The soft groans of someone waking up met your ears and you slowly flipped around, facing the beautiful face of Bucky Barnes.  

His eyes slowly flickered open against the light streaming in from between the blinds and his hold on you grew instinctively tighter, as if he feared you were a dream he had to keep ahold of.

“Good morning.”  You whispered against his skin.

“You’re still here.”  His response was quiet and throaty.

“Of course I’m still here, you sound surprised.”

Bucky’s hand caressed up and down your jawline.  “I was worried that… you wouldn’t be here.  That you’d be mad or regret.”

Your heart reached out to him painfully.  He was scared you would leave in the middle of the night after you bared your souls to each other- that you’d leave like so many other people.

You cradled his hand in yours against your face, giving it a squeeze.  

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky moved closer and placed a gentle, slow kiss on your lips.  When he pulled back, the joyful glimmer in his eyes was enough to make you cry.

“We should probably get up soon.  Cap’s gonna wonder where we are.”  Bucky reminded you quietly.

“Shit, you’re right.”  You wondered what Steve’s reaction would be to finding the two of you in your bed together.  “We gotta get cleaned up- I guarantee both us and this room are a mess.”

The two of you sat up slowly, taking in your disheveled surroundings.  

Bucky stood, stretching out his arms.  “I’ll go run the shower- that is, if you still want to play out that fantasy of yours.”

[duchessonfire]

Stucky PWP - Size queen Bucky meets pre-serum Steve, who is actually packing more than meets the eye...

For the @allcapsbingo, square I1, 'Muscle Kink'

Rating: Explicit

Chapter: 1/1

A huge thank you to @alpineandbucky for betareading this!

Link & Summary below the cut:

Bucky rolls his eyes. “I don’t have a muscle kink.”

“Please. You’ve been flirting with that guy for over an hour, but the only reason you’re not going home with him is because he’s smaller and leaner than you.”

“That has nothing to do with it. I just don’t want to leave right now, that’s all. I’m keeping my options open.”

Sam makes a face. “Bullshit. Stop being a judgmental size queen and go ask him out. Just because he doesn’t look like he could bench-press you doesn’t mean you won’t have fun.”

Or: Bucky asks a cute guy out at the club and it has nothing to do with proving Sam wrong.

[six-demon-bag]

Rigged to Blow

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Helmut Zemo

Summary: The trio are captured by HYDRA on a mission. Under threat to Sam, Zemo has to keep Bucky hard by giving him blowjobs. If he gets soft, then the bombs tied to Sam will go off.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, predicament blowjob, Fuck Or Die, its actually suck or die, Dubious Consent, Dubious Science, dick pressure measuring doohickey, Blow Jobs, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Bondage, Crying, Discord: WinterBaron

Word count: 2453

Link: Rigged to Blow

Excerpt: 

Bucky looks back down, starting to hyperventilate. Zemo is evaluating him with that mercury and chocolate gaze and seems to decide something that has Bucky automatically tensing in his bonds. Nothing good has come of that look. He swallows nervously. Zemo quirks a smile at him, coy and amused and dangerous. “No need to worry, James,” he purrs.  “No need?” Bucky says, his voice breaking on the last word. “How am I supposed to -”

[sarifinasnightmare]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sarah Wilson, Steve Rogers/Sarah Wilson/James "Bucky" Barnes Characters: Sarah Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Paul Wilson, Darlene Wilson, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Misty Knight, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Carol Danvers, Gideon Wilson, Winifred Barnes, George Barnes (Marvel), Original Characters Additional Tags: Romance, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Threesome, Shameless Smut, Gratuitous Smut, Porn with Feelings, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Bodyguard Romance, Bodyguard Steve Rogers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, PICK YOUR POISON, separate storylines, Sharing a Bed Summary:

Three different alternate universes, three different stories, Sarah needs protection from outside dangers. She could have Steve or Bucky or both. Let the passion and danger begin.

Which journey do you want to read? It's up to you reader

[louikazooie]

Bucky comes home and finds Steve waiting.

A pwp with face fucking, bukkake, and a little bit of a spit kink.

[buckybabesonly]

Dirty Little Confession

Summary: Part 2 to Dirty Little Secret, can be read as a stand-alone. You and Bucky start dating, and during your first time, he tells you exactly how he used to fantasize about you.

Pairing: Bucky x Female!IReader

Genre: Smut / PWP

Warnings: Use of pet names (princess), dirty talk, size kink (kinda), Bucky being nastehhh and telling you exactly what he wants to do to you, first time having sex with Bucky, unprotected sex

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: You guys asked for it 👀 Also sorry but just could not for the life of me find an appropriate saucy gif for this one so enjoy a generic long-haired Bucky gif cos he still be adorable. And I just hit 1,000 followers today! Thank you!

You giggled as your back hit the mattress, bouncing slightly as Bucky crawled over your body, relentlessly kissing your mouth, your neck.

Nervousness laced the sound of your laughter - your heart was beating rapidly, blood rushing to your face as you tried to catch your breath.

“You okay?” Bucky murmured against your skin, pulling back slightly to study your face. His body was so warm, comforting like a heavy blanket.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “Just - just nervous.”

He gave you a reassuring smile, pecking the tip of your nose.

“Don’t be. I’ll take care of you.”

His words made you shiver in anticipation, a small moan escaping your lips when he placed a knee between your thighs to separate your legs, his mouth reattaching itself to your neck and down to your collarbone.

He wanted to worship every inch of your skin, now that he finally had you in front of him.

“I used to think you didn’t even know I existed,” you said suddenly, your fingers threading through Bucky’s soft brunette tresses. It felt like a daze, having him on top of you, caressing you.

He chuckled, looking at you once more. “Believe me, I knew.”

“Mmm-hmm.” As you suspected, your crush on him hadn't exactly been subtle, and he probably noticed the way you ogled him all the time.

“I used to think about you all the time, too.” He nibbled your ear lobe gently, his voice deepening. “Used to get myself off every night imagining what I’d do to you.” His right hand slipped under your shirt, pulling down the cups of your bra and massaging your breast, making you gasp.

If you weren’t riled up before, you definitely were now. You groaned at his words as he slowly began to grind his clothed crotch against yours, all whilst continuing his ministrations on your breasts. You could feel how hard his cock was through his jeans, and you wanted nothing more than to rip off your clothes and have him inside you right now.

“Did you really?” you asked, wanting - no, needing him to tell you more.

“Yes,” he growled. “How could I not? Seeing you every day, looking at me with those eyes. Took me a long time to get the courage to ask you out, though.”

“You can say that again,” you joked, trying to maintain your focus as Bucky continued sucking and licking your neck in between his words.

“I was nervous,” he smirked. “Imagine that.”

“So what did you do?” you promoted, feeling your core burning with need. “What did you think about?”

Bucky smiled to himself, understanding exactly what effect his words were having on you and your body.

“Sometimes, I’d think about bending you over at your desk,” he began, sitting back on his haunches to peel off his shirt, his muscles flexing. Your hand lifted reflexively to touch his abdomen, marveling at the chiseled muscle. “I’d lift up your skirt, tear a hole in your pantyhose, take you right there and then.”

He lifted your torso up off his bed, holding you against him so he could hook his fingers under your shirt and lift it off, revealing yourself to him.

"Other times, I'd think about fucking you in the shower. I'd have you pressed up against the tiles, legs around my waist, and I'd have you bouncing up and down on my cock."

He loved the way you looked in your simple black bra, but liked you more without it, unhooking it deftly with a snap of his fingers.

"I'd think about having you on your knees, my cock in your mouth, you'd be gagging for me. I'd cum all over you pretty face."

The way he undressed you piece by piece, like unwrapping a gift, left you feeling a tad impatient. His dirty narrations was making you soak through your panties.

“Bucky,” you whined in minor complaint as he tossed your bra aside, pushing you back down so he could latch his mouth onto your left nipple. His tongue swirled around, licking and flicking it. He swapped to your right breast to give it the same treatment, capturing your nipple gently between his teeth and pulling.

“You moaned exactly like that in my fantasies,” he marveled, feeling his cock straining. But he wanted to make this last, savor his first time with you. “My dirty little princess.”

The lewd nickname made your folds even slicker, and you lifted your hips to buck against his, wanting him to give you something, anything.

His hands moved down to remove your jeans and panties at the same time, and you eagerly shimmied your hips to help him. Once your clothes were discarded to the side, he unclasped his belt, the sound making you salivate in anticipation. He slowly, slowly pulled his belt through the loops of his jeans, making a show of it, relishing how you eyed his crotch.

"Next time, I'll tie you up with this," he said casually, weaving the leather through his fingers, "but not tonight." He discarded the belt and shed the rest of his clothes, giving you the view you had been waiting for.

You were both silent as you looked at each others naked bodies for the first time. When you imagined this moment, you thought you would self-conscious and exposed, but the way his gaze roved over your body made you feel reassured. Loved. He looked at you almost in awe, his tongue pushing the inside of his cheek as if he was decided which part to devour first.

Your eyes became fixated on his huge appendage, slightly curving up towards his stomach, tracing the veins that ran along its length. The head of his cock was red and throbbing, aching to be put inside you. You were somewhat shocked - and intimidated - at its size, but you just knew how good it would feel sheathed inside your cunt.

A ravenous look appeared as his eyes drifted, first across your face, then to your breasts, then your cunt, presented to him in all its wet glory. God, finally.

“I’ve imagined this so many times,” he said lowly, his tongue wetting his lips. “So. Many. Times.”

You reached down between your legs, for his cock. He thought he would stop breathing when your soft hand wrapped around his girth, hesitantly at first, then with more confidence. Your grip tightened as you stroked him, thumb lightly sweeping over the top of his dick, admiring its thickness and weight.

“Fuck,” he hissed, head falling back. He couldn’t wait any longer, hand reaching out blindly to find the condom he had placed on his bedside table earlier.

“No,” you said suddenly, making his eyes snap open. “No condom.”

He froze, feeling his arousal grow all the more but needing to know that you were certain.

“Are you sure?” His voice was gentle. “I don’t mind using one, princess.”

“I want you inside me,” you said desperately. “Bare. I want to feel you. Please?" You added at the end, peeking up at him through your lashes shyly.

Now you had said that, there was no holding back.

A near animalistic sound released from the depths of Bucky’s chest as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“Thought about this moment so many times,” he grunted. “Thought about how you would whine like a kitten whilst I fucked you with this cock. Think you can take all of it?”

The size of his dick made your pussy clench. Whilst he might not have been the longest that you had (although he was getting there), he was definitely the thickest, and you could only imagine how it would feel.

“I’m not sure,” you confessed, your nerves revealing yourself to him once more. His face softened as he brushed his thumb against your cheek, moving down to cup your chin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow,” he said. “You ready?”

You nodded frantically. “Need you. You have no idea.”

He chuckled, the sound like honey. “Princess, I’ve not had sex since the 40’s,” you scoffed, but your face fell when you realised he was being serious, “you have no idea how much I’m holding back right now.”

“What?” you blurted out in shock, nerves rising again. “What if it’s not as good as you remember?” It was a dumb thing to say, but you didn't want to disappoint him. First time having sex in over 70 years was a long time.

“Trust me. This will be worth the wait.”

You felt the tip of his cock prod you, and you kept your eyes fixed on his beautiful blue ones when he breached your entrance, his mouth parting slightly. He was monitoring your expression for any sign of discomfort as he slowly entered you, stretching you open.

You could feel your walls struggling to accommodate him, and you forced yourself to breathe slowly and relax, delighted when your core gradually began to swallow him up.

“Ah - fuck,” you cursed, one hand reaching up to press lightly against his chest, startling him as you rarely swore. The stretch was delicious, the pleasure beyond anything you could have imagined. God, you had barely even started and he was making you so needy.

“You okay?” He stopped his movements, making you grab onto his shoulders with both hands instead.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you panted, nodding. “All the way. Put it all the way inside, now.”

He smirked, the corners of his mouth twitching as he thrust the rest of the way inside you, making you release a guttural sound of pleasure.

“You like that?” He asked. “Tell me how much you like it.”

“So - so big, Bucky,” you gasped breathlessly, “so huge.”

He propped himself above you, and you could see his arms slightly shaking as they braced themselves on either side of your head. He was holding back.

“You can move,” you reassured him. “Just fuck me.”

"Your wish is my command," he grunted, and he began to move.

The thrust and slide of his dick inside your pussy made you both moan simultaneously. The feeling was electric, and you swore you could feel every vein of his cock as it dragged along your walls, filling every available space, probing your depths.

He began moving at a steady pace, fucking you with vigor, his eyes watching how your breasts bounced with every movement, how you closed your eyes blissfully and kept your mouth open to release a steady aah - aah - aah - aah with every snap of his hips.

"It feels so good, please don't stop," you garbled almost incoherently.

He couldn't believe how tight and warm you were around his cock, massaging him, threatening to tease an early release from him. You felt so good, and he sat back on his heels once more, hands on your waist to pull you down onto his cock, slamming into you harder.

"Oh God, Bucky."

The way you said his name made him even harder, if that was possible.

"Fuck, princess," he managed to spit out as he fucked you harder, fingers digging into your supple flesh as he drove his cock into your aching cunt. "Imagined this so many times. Touched myself all the time thinking about how I was gonna ruin your pussy. Now I finally got you here, and you're so tight and hot around my cock. You're taking it all so well."

He lifted your legs suddenly and placed them on top of his shoulders, allowing him deeper access into you. You were practically bent in half as he leaned forward, drilling his dick into you. In this position, he was able to kiss you, and his tongue licked into your mouth, hungry and desperate. He didn't even want to give you time to breathe, desperate to taste you on his tongue.

You were trembling as he continued fucking you relentlessly, the pleasure building up in your center in waves, reaching the crescendo.

"More, Bucky, I need more," you begged, holding onto his biceps, nails dragging along his skin.

You squealed when he flipped your positions without warning, moving with the grace of a cat, rolling onto his back and pulling you so that you were on top. He raised you easily back up and onto his cock like you weighed nothing, and continued to lift you up-down, up-down on his cock.

"That enough for you?" he asked, a seductive arrogance soaking his voice.

You were not composed enough to respond as you tried to hold onto his forearms for balance all the why he continued to move you on top of his dick like a doll, his face contorting in pleasure.

"Feels - so good," he exclaimed, his voice gravelly like he was struggling to voice exactly just how good it felt. "I'm gonna cum."

You could feel yourself reaching the peak already, sweat glistening against your skin as you panted and moaned, your hands lifting to your own breasts to squeeze and play with them.

The sight of you, moving like a jackrabbit on his cock, hands cupping your own tits, was a sight that sent him over the edge. He quickly lifted you off his cock, his hand grabbing his slick length and stroking him through his orgasm as he shot his seed all over your belly, high enough to almost paint your face, his groans loud and clear as he sent his creamy cum all over your torso.

You mourned the loss of his dick inside you, wishing secretly that he had cum inside, but didn't have time to voice your complaint when he laid you on your back once more.

"What are you doing?" you asked breathlessly as his chest heaved, his cock still semi-hard.

"Admiring the artwork," he murmured, giving you that god damn smirk again before his face disappeared between your legs.

You held onto his hair, nails scratching his scalp as his tongue delved past your folds, licking your combined juices, flicking your clit playfully as you struggling to hold back your screams.

"You taste good, princess," he complimented briefly before continuing to eat you out, the muscle in his mouth working on you expertly, dragging your orgasm out.

"I'm nearly there," you whined, and he kept up a consistent pace, doing his utmost to pleasure you as you felt your high approaching. "Oh, don't stop Buck, keep going, keep going - OH!"

Your orgasm reached the top and spilled over, making you convulse with pleasure as Bucky grabbed your thighs to keep your legs apart, his tongue lapping at every part of your pussy he could access, making you writhe uncontrollably.

The aftershocks it ran through your whole body, literal tears springing to your eyes at the pure ecstasy of it. The feeling was blinding white, addictive.

"That feel good, princess?"

He took your gasping as a definite yes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he covered your body with his once more, kissing your swollen lips yet again.

"That was amazing," you said eventually, your breathing loud and blood gushing in your ears as you tried to focus your vision. The orgasm had been unlike anything you had ever felt before, like you had lost total control of yourself, but it was exhilarating.

"You were amazing," he said, sucking your skin delicately, his hands roving as if he just couldn't get enough of you.

You giggled when he pulled the covers over the two of you, wrapping you up in his arms, continuing his whispers of what else he was going to do to you.

"Hey, I was just looking at this report and - holy shit, is that a hickey?"

"Nat!"

[shamrockqueen]

Naughty excerpt

Pairing : Bucky X Reader PWP

Warnings : R18, Smut, immediate Smut, painful teasing, short work

Word count : 723

- It was something quick I made today inspired by this post by @buckybarnesbestdoll

His hips rocked up, shucking his cock through your weak core, tearing through you to slam at the back of your cunt. It made you shake in his arms as they snaked over your body. You try to hold his gaze, only to catch it lingering between your legs, drinking in the sight of his member sinking into your wet folds. He dragged himself back out as he lifted your hips, all before meeting them again with a shallow thrust of his own.

The fingers on his cold hand dug into your skin, the metal plates of his wide palm pinching around your weak little throat. He kept your gaze locked on his dark reflection in the mirror ahead of you. His dangerous blue eyes stared back, making the blood freeze in your body like cracked ice against your skin.

The warm fingers of his other hand drew heat from your lower body as he dug at your throbbing bud. He had you squirming in his cock, deeply seated in your tight, warm channel. Your inner walls still stung from his initial intrusion, leaving you weak and horribly sensitive.

His voice dragged along your ear, pricking your ears along with the rough texture of his beard.

“You see what I see, doll?”

You winced as his thumb pressed harder on your aching pearl before backing over it. He didn’t wait for an answer, tightening his metal fingers around that delicate windpipe as he spoke again.

“My greedy…”

He pressed these fingers back down, delighting in the sight of your legs twitching, but even more so in the tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to match his gaze through the mirror.

“…needy..”

He kept grinding that deep and heavy voice along your ear as he rolled his hips from below. Your thighs pulled further apart, and you had to try and grit your teeth to keep from breaking apart in his tight embrace.

“..DESPERATE SLUT.”

You couldn’t take it. You cried out as loudly as his grip had allowed, shutting your eyes as a wave of hard pleasure wracked your little body. He could feel that you’d pull apart at any second, but not the way he wanted you to.

Those fingers left your neck for a second to lock around your jaw, jerking your face back in view of the mirror. It forces your eyes back open in shock, and with air rushing back into your lungs, you take in the full picture of what was reflected back at you.

Your hip joints were pulled so that he could spread your legs for the mirror—a little show of his own making. It painted a painful picture across the glass, beautiful and tear-stained.

He yelled at you this time, righting his arms around your body before standing with you solely in his hold. Your feet dangled over the floor, leaving your body bent as his hands and cock tore through your flower and bud. He lifted your back up to the mirror, where his eyes could lock with yours.

“Keep those eyes on me when I make you cum.”

You can barely muster any words before he hammers himself through your quacking inner walls. His strong legs could be seen flexing in his reflection as they held you both upright. You could only lock your fingers around his solid arms as he voiced you on his thick cock, breaking that tightly wound knot still wound around your belly until it finally snapped as the rough drag of his calloused fingers.

His eyes never left yours, even as they blurred with hot tears before clearing back over as they spilled down your cheeks. You watched, mind nearly melted, as his cock pistoned through your open core. You feel the warm brush of his ragged breath fanning across your wet chin, all as you watch his face pinch and his teeth grind together.

His cock seized, the slam of his hips stuttering as he spilled into you. You were momentarily readjusted in his arms as he held himself inside you.

He released his hold on your throat, choosing instead to carefully guide his metal fingers along your body before circling over your waist to better hold you up. Your feet still never reached the ground, but you wouldn’t have been able to stand anyway.

[voiceoffenrisulfr]

Welcome Home, Soldier.

Buck returns from the war after three years deployment (minus a limb) to a waiting fiancé and a long overdue reunion. CW: All the smut. Basically PWP. Prompts filled; ‘Sex in Uniform’, “Kneel”, and ‘4am Sandwiches’ – Bug’s First Bingo; ‘First Kiss of the Year’ – Winter Wonderland Bingo (@seasonaldelightsbingo); “That’s It, Sweetheart” and “You’re So Beautiful” – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition).

Available below or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. Banner by me! Enjoy!

My fingers tightened around the strap of my holdall, palm sweating nervously as I headed up the dirt path to my front door.

It’d been three years since I’d seen the place, but it still looked more or less the same – the passage of time was marked only by the paint beginning to peel around the edge of the windows, and the flowers bloomed by the door in a vibrant burst of colour. I’d had dreams about coming home, finally breathing in the country air once more, but it felt better than I ever could have imagined, inhaling the scents of grass and pollen with a contented sigh.

But it wasn’t the house, or the countryside, that had my heart racing.

No… It was the love of my life waiting unexpectantly on the other side of the door that’d had me travelling for two days straight, plane and train and bus and my own two feet getting me closer to this moment with every passing second.

My boots felt heavy on my feet as I crept up the steps onto the porch, and I hesitated only briefly before toeing them off, standing in my socks with a soft smile. They’d no idea I was coming back early – despite my desire to tell them, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see the shocked delight on their face when I turned up out of the blue.

I shifted my holdall higher on my shoulder, smoothing my shirt and straightening my hat before reaching for the door handle.

If I’ve told them once, I’ve told them a million times to lock the front door…

I wouldn’t be complaining, though. I’d put down my holdall in the hall, padding silently through the little-changed space, following the sound of a quiet, lyrical voice at the rear of the house.

They were stood with their back to me, singing quietly to themselves as they washed the dishes.

I couldn’t help but pause for a moment, lost in their voice and finally seeing them again, at long last. Soon enough, however, my body propelled me forward of its own volition. I knew they’d be startled, but I couldn’t keep myself from reaching out for them, my arm sliding around their waist to pull them quickly to my chest.

“Hey, babylove,” I purred as they went to jerk away automatically, holding them fast. “Did you miss me?”

They froze under my grasp, stunned motionless by my embrace, no sign of comprehension showing several heartbeats until my lips brushed their cheek worriedly. “…Is this real?” they breathed, leaning against my chest uncertainly, their heart hammering noticeably.

I couldn’t help but laugh, squeezing them a little more tightly. “Real as anything. I’m home sweetheart.”

A choked sob echoed around the space, reverberating against the tiled splashback as they whipped around, arms quickly finding my neck to cling at me desperately. “Buck… Baby… You’re home. You’re home, you’re home, you’re home!”

I grasped them just as tightly, fingers clenched in the back of their shirt. “I’m here, my love. I’m here, and I’m never going anywhere again, do you hear me?” Tears spilled over my cheeks unrestrained and salted their hair, but I didn’t have the capacity or concern to attempt to stem the flow, occupied as I was by hungrily inhaling the scent of them, eyes closed with bliss.

They nodded frantically against my chest, sobbing openly, nails clenched into my skin as soapy water dripped down the back of my shirt. Then finally, finally, their lips found mine, whimpering their joy into our embrace, not drawing back until both of our lungs burned with the effort. It was only then, in the brief moment they backed away to pant for breath, that their eyes strayed to my pinned sleeve, a pained grimace crossing their features. “… Does it hurt?”

“Not as much as the thought that I might never see you again,” I replied honestly, cupping their cheek in my remaining hand. It was all I’d managed to think as I’d lain bleeding and stunned, flat on my back under a foreign sky; it wasn’t fears of the afterlife or facing a vengeful God that plagued me, but only the notion of never again gazing into captivating mahogany eyes. I’d seen those eyes full of wonder, fear, amusement, incredulity, and love – and I was far from willing to give that up yet.

They smiled softly, that gaze lighting up as expected, and I sighed tenderly, placing a gentle kiss to their cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” I breathed, momentarily distracted from the gravity of their taking in my mutilation. “… I’m sorry I couldn’t come back as the man you agreed to marry. I know it’s not-”

I was cut off by their mouth meeting mine firmly, one hand tightening possessively against my ribs. “You’re so beautiful,” they attested, their voice quiet but strong, causing a blush to rise in my cheeks. I couldn’t help the flutter of anxiety in my chest, but their eyes met mine in the same way as always, full of lust and desire. A soft growl built in my throat, and I pressed myself closer, the small of their back meeting the counter behind them as they whimpered through their teeth.

“I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve kissed you this year,” they breathed, and I chuckled as they pushed my hat from my head, running a hand through my fair – fast outgrowing its regulation short-crop after my time on the front, and the subsequent weeks bundled up in a hospital since my body was ripped open by a German grenade.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for, I expect,” I purred as I trailed my lips along their neck, earning a sharp gasp as my teeth closed lightly over their pulse.

“Oh, God…” they sighed, head tipping back obediently to offer more of their throat to my mercy, hand moving automatically to push the jacket from my shoulders. My mouth moved harder on their skin, distracting myself with the taste of them as the heavy material slid free of my one remaining arm. They simply winced sympathetically at the hemmed sleep, fingertips gently skirting my collarbone before moving to my tie.

I caught their hands with my own, smirking softly, one eyebrow raised. “So very needy, little one…” I chuckled, making them blush and shrug.

“It’s been a long time,” they replied simply. “… Sergeant.”

With a groan punctuating the fracturing of my already tentative resolve, my fingers knotted in their hair to press my lips briefly, hungrily, to theirs, before drawing back to meet their eyes, filled once more with a lust I hadn’t felt the entire time I was gone. “Kneel.”

I couldn’t help but snort at the speed with which they dropped, their eyes blown wide with lust as they gazed up at me. I nodded my appreciation of their immediate return to submission – by my own reaffirmation of the dominant of the two of us was quickly stifled as I fumbled with my belt, heat rising shamefully in my cheeks at my inability. Their hands found mine, eyes soft, offering me a gentle smile of reassurance as they took over, humiliation curling in my stomach. “Hey,” they murmured, leaning forward to press a tender kiss over my hipbone, nuzzling affectionately. “It’s okay. I’ve got you, Soldier. Always.”

My blush faded a little, and I nodded, my fingers moving to curl in their hair instead, eyes closing as I let them take control. The air was chilly on my exposed thighs, and I shivered minutely, earning a soft chuckle and a reassuring rub of my skin. “I’ve missed you so much,” I murmured as my head fell back, only to jerk back forward as gentle kisses were pressed to the straining in my shorts, lids snapping open to take in their blissful expression as their fingers curled in my waistband.

“I’ve missed you too…” they breathed, and I trembled in anticipation as my underwear was lowered, lost in the expression in their eyes as they took in my leaking cock, aching and bobbing with need before them. “I’ve missed this cock…”

“Prove it,” I growled softly, tugging gently on their hair. “I’ve missed that pretty mouth wrapped around me; it’s been so long since I-”

My words died with a deafening groan as they obliged eagerly, licking and sucking at my tip with wanton desire, an unwavering flow of whimpers and whines vibrating their tongue against my length. I hissed between my teeth, fingers tightening as I pressed deeper, feeling the resistance of the back of their throat only briefly before they swallowed around me, my cock sliding deeper as I moaned breathlessly. “Fuck- That’s it, Sweetheart. Just like that… You still remember how to suck cock like a pro, damn…” They whined and nodded as best they could, eyes flicking up to meet mine adoringly, and I purred at the sight of them with their lips spread wide and pupils blown with lust. “I hope you haven’t been practicing while I’ve been gone, angel.”

Their head shook frantically, drawing back in their need to reply. “Never. Not ever. All yours, Sergeant…” I shuddered as they took me again, the years apart making my cock twitch and balls tighten already.

“Fuck- I can’t, baby… I can’t h-hold on, it’s been too long, you’re too g-good…” I stammered, hand hard as I rutted shamelessly into their throat, drawing back only far enough to let them suck in a desperate breath before burying myself once more. For their part, they moved with my thrusts, just as eager for my release as I was, their fingers tight on my hips as they dragged me harder against them, mewling around me eagerly, thighs pressed together. With little warning and a groan of resignation, I plunged myself deeply between their lips, back arching as I found a breathless climax, whimpering at the feeling of their throat clenching repeatedly around me as they swallowed hungrily.

By the time I relaxed, they were licking every drop from my length, nails digging into my skin euphorically and leaving me a shivering, whimpering mess. I drew back slowly, the both of us panting, and leant down to kiss them lightly, moaning at the taste of myself on their lips. “Holy… Fuck… God, that was so good…”

They kissed me back eagerly, shifting from their knees to press themselves against my chest, arms snaking around my neck. “I’ve missed you so much…”

With a soft smile, I kissed them once more, pressing them back against the counter until they hopped up eagerly, legs parting automatically to let me stand between them. My hand instinctively found the front of their shorts, eliciting a gentle moan and a flicker of their lashes. “Shorts off, sweetheart… I’ve missed that pussy.”

They obliged quickly, wriggling desperately against me to shed the inconvenient layer, pressing closer when only their underwear sat between us. My fingers ran over the cotton, and they sighed happily as I groaned. “Look how wet you get, angel… I bet you’ve spent so much time with your hand between your legs, just waiting for me to come home and fuck you…”

With a desperate nod, they rutted against my touch, back arching, one hand fisting at my shirt. “Yes- God, so much… Nothing would ever compare to you, though… I spent so much time begging for my soldier’s big, thick cock to stretch me out again…”

My breath caught in my throat, and I kissed them harder, fingers curling in their underwear and jerking, rough and fast, the material shredding under the force and earning me a sharp gasp and a groan of delight for my efforts. Hand snaking lower, I buried my face in their neck as my fingertips brushed against them, letting out a quiet huff of air as my eyes closed in delight. “So fucking wet, baby. Look how needy you are… Just aching to be stuffed, hm?”

They nodded frantically as I slid two fingers into their slick pussy, eliciting a soft sob of pleasure as they squirmed around me. “I’ve needed you so much, fuck…” they panted, tugging me closer with grasping hands. “Nothing feels as good as you.”

“I bet you tried though, didn’t you?” I purred, trailing gentle kisses down their neck as I worked them open. “I bet you tried so many things in this tight pussy, looking for anything that can make you feel as good as I can…” They nodded again, nails scoring against my skin and making me shiver. “But nothing treats you as well as I do, hm?”

They shook their head, tears spilling from their eyes in utter delight. “Not a damn thing, god-” they gasped and dragged themselves closer with ankles pressed frantically to the back of my thighs, writhing with need. “Fuck me, Sergeant. Please, please just- just fuck me…”

My hand drew back and made them whine, legs parting further in a frantic attempt to press themselves nearer, and I smirked, eyes lowering to the dripping pussy rutting toward me. “Considering you beg so nicely…” I murmured, trailing the tip of my cock over their soaked slit as I stroked myself languidly, waiting for the last few seconds of my refractory period to pass – I wanted myself hard and aching when I was finally inside them again. They squirmed against me and I sunk inside them with a contented sigh, relishing in the sharp gasp as they extended around me.

“Fu-fuck, God – I forgot how big you are, James…” they panted raggedly, clawing at my shirt and the skin beneath as their walls stretched to capacity. I took it slowly for fear of hurting them, but the heels on my thighs pulled me nearer until I was sheathed and trembling, my hand knotting in their hair to kiss them deeply.

“I’m home, baby,” I breathed, hips moving slowly, dissolving into the feeling of their vice-like grip around my length and their frantic, needy breath against my jaw. They could only nod, moving in time with each thrust, whining and squirming desperately. “I’m home and I am never- leaving- again.” I punctuated each word with a quick snap of my hips, relishing in the way their body jerked under my strength as they cried out with pleasure.

“Please! Please, S-Sergeant, please- fuck me harder, I’ve missed you so much, I n-need you, I-”

The end of their pleas cut off sharply into a deafening wail as I acquiesced to their request, hand shifting to their hip to pin them to the counter as I took them roughly. The sound of my skin meeting theirs and the wetness between us incensed me, teeth brushing against the soft flesh of their throat. “So fucking tight,” I growled, my fingertips pressed painfully against their hipbone to anchor them still. “So fucking wet…”

I hesitated only briefly as I realised my own limitations once more, but they simply met my eyes with their sweet mahogany gaze, lips parted in ecstasy. “Please- please, Sergeant Barnes, can I touch my pussy while you fuck me? It feels so good, I don’t know if I can help myself…”

Groaning, I kissed them again, grateful for their anticipation of my needs, nipping gently at their lip. “You’d better, sweetheart… Make yourself come for me, angel. I’ve missed this tight pussy quivering so very desperately around me, making me all soaked and messy…” I redoubled my efforts as they obliged, pounding into them as they moaned, fingers moving quickly against their clit as their free hand grasped at the back of my neck to arch themselves closer to me,

“God- yes, Bucky- Sergeant Barnes, please- please, you’re going to- I’m going to-”

“That’s it, baby,” I snarled, nails digging in as I met their trembling pussy with a bruising pace. “That’s it. You come for me, and I’ll fill up this pretty cunt, just how you like.”

At my growled words, they cried out, body shaking furiously as they convulsed around me, making me groan at the gush of wetness squeezed around my length and the fingers dragging at my hair. The feeling of them finding their release on my cock drove me over the edge, and I hissed their name as I found my own climax, leaning back to appreciate the sight of our mingled essence dripping from their stuffed hole.

Exhausted, tender, and slick with sweat and bodily fluids, I chugged a glass of water breathlessly, standing naked in the starlight shimmering through the kitchen window in the early hours of the morning. As soon as I’d been able to see straight, I’d carried them through to the bedroom, part-softened cock still buried as deeply as I could get inside them. We’d fucked and cuddled until the sun set – and long after – until my growling stomach drove me from the bed as they dozed, absently making a sandwich as I lost myself in the memories of them screaming my name.

I leant against the doorframe with a pair of plates, watching them quietly for a moment. The sheet was resting around their hips, and my gaze trailed their bare spine, skirting the dark curls at the nape of their neck and the eyelashes resting gently on their sleep-flushed cheeks.

I’m home.

I’m finally home.

[thisispaladinbehavior]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Alternate Universe, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Identity Reveal, what if steve and bucky met at a bar?, Motorcycles, which was going to be a bigger plot point until the porn and feelings took over, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Rimming, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Daddy Kink, which i guess is my brand at this point, you want daddy kink?, gather round, Steve-this is a one night stand right?, Bucky-nah i'm your problem now, Steve Rogers and the 21st Century, Adjusting, Growing, Finding Home Again, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, daddy bucky barnes, Slight feminization, Semi-Public Sex, Steve Rogers is a closet adrenaline junkie Summary:

He is every one of Steve’s wet dreams, standing there on long legs clad in tight black leather. The material is thick, but even so, those thighs….

He’s wearing a matching motorcycle jacket, and there’s a matte black helmet under his arm as he works his way through the crowd to the bar. Steve hears the thunk of it hitting the polished wood top and swallows heavily.

The man turns just so, and Steve can get a profile look at his face. What a face. His cheekbones are a high slash, his brow is strong, the cut of his jaw is sharp. There’s a few days’ worth of stubble on his face, a deep chocolate brown, and his hair is just long enough to brush his chin. There are streaks of caramel in the rich dark of it.

It’s a long minute as the man orders from the bartender, offering her a smile Steve can half-see from where he sits that lights up his face into something breathtaking. She leans in and murmurs something to him that Steve wishes he could hear, and the man’s grin stretches wide.

Steve doesn’t have to wonder for long what she said. The man spins on his stool until he’s looking right at Steve, still wearing that smirk that makes him look so perfectly smug.

[six-demon-bag]

Give yourself a helping hand

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Bucky Barnes

Series summary: Bucky is investigating a HYDRA base with the Howlies when he triggers a portal. He comes to stuck in a wall in the Winter Soldier’s room.

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Selfcest, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Howlie!Bucky, Dubious Consent, Virgin Bucky Barnes, because i love corrupting him, Stuck in a Wall, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Discord: WinterBaron, Rough Sex, First Time, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Spit As Lube, Come as Lube

Word count: 2160

Link: Give yourself a helping hand

Excerpt: 

The metal hand comes up and strokes along his face, plates shifting automatically as they pass over his skin. Bucky says his name again and the man looks mad at the noise and shoves his metal fingers into Bucky’s open mouth. Bucky can take a hint, no more talking. The fingers don’t leave his mouth.