#pleasure dom bucky barnes

[buckets-and-trees]

Talk

Title: Talk Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky x Female!Reader Word Count: 2k

Summary: He's ready to give you everything you want and things you don't even know you need yet.

Content/Concept Warnings: BDSM AU, discussion of BDSM themes, oral female receiving, praise kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, forced orgasm

Notes: TRIPLE THREAT SUBMISSION for @buckybarnesevents WEEK TWO of Hot Bucky Summer: "What Should I Call You?", my fourth square of @buckybarnesbingo K4 "Kink: Forced Orgasm, and my second square for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C2 "BDSM." Also, @biteofcherry, you totally called the BDSM vibes from that little last line tag game sentence I posted the other day - it was this, mwahaha!

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You sat sideways on the couch, your arm draped over the back, legs tucked up comfortably beneath you. He mirrored your position, though with just one leg brought lazily up onto the couch, leaving his impressively thick thighs spread wide, teasing your fantasies.

Indulging fantasy was why you were there in the first place.

And you almost felt like this was any normal kind of Saturday afternoon with the new boyfriend you were eager to crawl into the lap of and be devoured by for the first time.

The setting fit – cozy living room of a sophisticated man’s apartment with leather furniture, modern art on the walls, small but sufficient kitchen, floor to ceiling windows along one side of the room that led to a private balcony, and a door that you knew would lead to the bedroom.

But it was just a little too tasteful to be real.

And he didn’t live here.

It was all designed to make you feel comfortable, an indulgent illusion of reality.

“You’re sure you’re not thirsty?” he asked.

He hadn’t offered anything alcoholic – strictly against policy so you were both sober – but you declined again with a shake of your head.

“Okay,” he said, “but remember it’s my role to make sure you always feel safe and taken care of, and that includes the small things like getting you a drink, and you can change your mind at any point. You’re not a burden. We are here for you and what you want.”

Warmth bloomed through your core – tinged with desire, but mostly just heat that was part comfort and part reticence. You had never taken such a bold measure of self-indulgence or self-care or self-discovery or whatever this could be called. It had taken almost two months for you to get from scoffing at the suggestion to sitting in the room on this couch across from the brunette Adonis who had said to call him Bucky (a nickname – you were asked to give a nickname as well when you registered and had gone with Rio).

“The last thing we should discuss, if you’re ready to move forward, is your safe word.”

“Brazil,” you responded without hesitation.

He smirked, but it was in no way unkind. “Rio and Brazil – I’m sensing a theme.”

“Another thing on the list of dreams to finally indulge,” the words tumbled out of your mouth.

“I hope that’s another thing you’ll choose to pursue.”

You laughed. “God, it’s so weird just how normal all this conversation feels. We just spoke at length about my kinks and limits and now I’m telling you my hopes and dreams. I’ve rarely shared this much of myself to anyone, and certainly not after only knowing them for less than an hour.”

“Well, part of that is that we all feel a little safer exposing ourselves to strangers because they’re not part of our routine,” Bucky said, “but there’s some trust that’s established by the mere act of us talking about your boundaries. It’s certainly a foundational part of the process. This only works when you feel comfortable with me, if you trust me – otherwise you cannot truly submit to me as your dominant in this arrangement.”

You nodded.

“Trust, strong communication – without them, there’s no way I can expect you to reasonably let go of your inhibitions either,” he soothed, moving his hand forward to brush his fingers over yours.

“The world of BDSM and kink is vast, but it shouldn’t be overwhelming. I never want you to feel like you’re an Alice who’s fallen down a rabbit hole and exposed to and expected to navigate the wonderland on your own.”

“I appreciate that. There’s…” you hesitated, but his rapt attention helped you feel like you could continue the thought on the tip of your tongue. “There’s a lot on the internet – a lot that I thought I knew about this stuff, but even just the registration and profile of preferences I had to fill out was pretty illuminating.”

After the basic registration you had been directed to complete an Experience and Curiosity Checklist that walked you through over 250 different activities and indicate whether you had tried it before or not, your pleasure during that activity if you had, and then a ranking of if you would like to try or do it in this setting – from never to need, if each activity was something you would entertain in a consensually forced situation, and if you would give, receive, or were up for both.

“Illuminating, huh?” Bucky grinned.

You felt just a touch of heat rise in your cheeks.

“You’re incredibly smart, and I like that,” he said, his grin turning to a softer smile. “That long and thorough profile? It’s the key to all of this – it’s not only for you, but also for me. I was matched to you ahead of anyone else on our staff. I’ve been preparing for you.”

“Like studying up?” you interjected.

“Of course, and the time we’ve spent up until now talking is for both of us, as well. You have a question you want to ask, something that wasn’t fully clear to you through your own research and filling out the profile. Ask it.” He tapped gently on your fingers, another motion of reassurance, connection.

“Forced orgasms.”

“I’m not surprised you would want to know more about that particular aspect.”

“I get the general concept, but I guess I don’t understand how that translates into practice,” you admitted.

Bucky nodded. “Sex should be engaged in for intimacy and pleasure – sometimes only pleasure, but not all the partners we are involved with are people we would trust to push us beyond our limits – either because a relationship is new, it’s a one-time thing, or because we don’t know how to communicate the limits and boundaries. Just like anything else, sex is a part of our experience as humans that we learn and grow and change with. A forced orgasm is a way to explore pleasure and power dynamics, but there must be that established trust. They can be both physically and emotionally intense because it could be exploring something new or pushing you past limits – you would give up power and be subjected to my whims.”

You took a deep breath and nodded.

“You give up power, but not safety – that’s important for you to remember. You always have your safe word or tap me three times if you can’t speak, I’ll always stop immediately. Forced can also be a specific part of roleplay scenarios. We can discuss it more, but I think you ought to experience it. Do you think we’ve built enough trust for us to begin?”

“Oh, now?”

“Yes, now, or we could talk more before we begin, we could talk and do nothing more tonight, or you could leave now and go think before your next appointment.”

You bit your lip, but only out of concentration for deciding, not out of nerves.

“What do you want?” he asked patiently.

“I want to begin the physical experience.”

“That kind of specificity will be rewarded, Rio.”

You grinned.

“You didn’t mark this very high on your profile, but I think you’re going to find out you have quite the praise kink.”

You half-gasped and half-giggled, surprised that he would say something so bold and yet also not.

“Strong independent woman like you? High achiever, determined. You’re not vain, and you don’t chase it, but you like recognition outside the bedroom, right?”

“Well, yes.”

“You’ll love it here, too, doll.”

You pressed your thighs closer together. A slow undercurrent of desire had been present since the night began, but as things began to transition, your core was beginning to thrum with anticipation.

“Bucky?”

“Yes?”

“Before we get started, I – well – just – thank you for not asking me why I decided to come here.”

“You didn’t ask me why I chose this profession. It might be oversimplification to say we’re both here because we want to be, but that’s the bottom line, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“Know there will never be an ounce of judgment here – not for your desires, your kinks, your fears, your motivations. Don’t worry about doing anything wrong in there – we’ll be learning what your body wants together. You need to stop, we stop. You need to pause, we pause. You want to go slow or try something again or from a different angle, you tell me. Deal?”

“Deal.” God, he made you feel like the world was at your feet even though you were surrendering to him.

He stood up and pulled you with him. “One more thing.”

“Hmm?”

“In there, you call me ‘sir,’” he said. He brought your hand up and placed a whisper of a kiss on the inside of your wrist.

Everything in you melted instantly and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“You got that?”

“Yes, sir.”

He smirked.

You knew he was going to ruin you.

You knew this, you knew you were ready and eager, and yet you also could tell nothing in your life had quite set you up for what you were about to experience if he had you pliant and nearly pleading for him after that mere gentle touch.

“Why don’t you head to the bedroom, I’ll give you a few minutes to get comfortable, and then I’ll come in.”

Two hours later, you were a writhing mess on the mattress, completely naked and splayed out for him while he was still fully clothed. His head was buried between your thighs, your hips firmly in place by his left arm pressing down on your pelvis. The fingers of his other hand were buried in your cunt, stroking the sensitive spot on your inner wall slowly and torturously – because every sensation down there was too much now.

He had traced his fingers over every inch of your limbs, teased your nipples, stroked your neck, ghosted his hands over your hips, teasing until you were pleading for him to touch your pussy.

He had told you once he started, he wouldn’t stop.

You knew he wasn’t lying, but you had never known an experience like this.

He had edged and denied your first orgasm until you were desperate and crying. The ultimate bliss had been blinding. He had praised you, told you your first orgasm with him had been truly beautiful, and your back had actually arched at his words, an inner keening. He’d been right about that kink.

And then he’d been nothing but relentless, bringing you to the edge and back again, then hurtling you over numerous times, with only brief moments of reprieve before torturing you with his lips, teeth, and tongue, with his hands, and with his words. Filthy promises of things he would do, dangled your fantasies in front of you, teased out admissions from you of even darker desires he as he presented new options you’d never considered, all the while pushing you into orgasm after orgasm. You keened and cried.

It was too much, and you told him so.

He disagreed, coaxing that you could give him another, and another.

“Sir,” you sobbed, “sir, stop, I can’t.”

Now the crying was continuous, and those were the only four words you seemed to be able to utter. When it devolved to only hitched breaths and sirs, Bucky slowed and stopped.

“Do you remember your safe word?” he asked.

“Yes,” you rasped.

“And?”

“I didn’t say it.”

He chuckled. “Just checking, Rio.”

“I know it’s Brazil! Break over, keep going.”

“It’s the endorphins – even though the overstimulation is there and it’s uncomfortable, the high with the endorphin release through the pain is its own trip, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes, now keep your word and don’t stop until I’m utterly broken,” you whined, wiggling your hips as much as you could manage.

His low laugh made you shiver. “You’re going to be one of my favorites, I can tell.”

And then he pressed firmly on that spot inside of you and sucked hard on your clit in one sudden moment and ripped another orgasm and scream from you as you twisted one hand in the sheets and tugged his hair with the other, not ready to stop yet. He was as addictive as he was relentless, and you were not going to leave an ounce of this unexplored, and this was only the beginning.

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End Notes: I feel like I knew some of the basics when it comes to BDSM and some of my fics have had BDSM elements, but I did a fair amount of research because I didn't want to do any disservice to the what a healthy relationship exploring BDSM might look like. This is one take. I found some very helpful insight at theduchy.com (specifically their BDSM Experience and Curiosity Checklist) and an article Bustle published by two sex educators that took a very straight-forward approach in discussing some of the basics. I'd go so far as to say there things that I learned or had reaffirmed or got better language/theory about by studying about BDSM that I think should just be base safe sexual practices (around consent, boundaries, exploration, trusting your partner, etc).

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

His Empire of Desire

Pairing || Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || After a gruelling day with maintaining his criminal empire, Bucky returns home to you, seeking comfort and passion in your touch and words.

World Count || 3016

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, mob/mafia business, mention of violence/torture/murder, explicit content/language, pet names, unprotected vaginal sex, oral (male receiving), degradation & praise kink, use of the word whore, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, begging, face/throat fucking, gagging/choking, fingering, spanking, rough fucking, creampie, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note || It’s been a whiiiiile… Hopefully I’m back for good now. But anyways, this is a WIP that I started at the beginning of 2023 and I finally finished a few days ago. Enjoy, and I will be back with more fics soon. But I’ll be taking my time and not rushing/stressing myself with it. I want to have fun and write again, but I won’t force it when I don’t have energy so there won’t be weekly fics most likely.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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Once the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting shadows over the city’s towering buildings, Bucky made his way home after another demanding day maintaining his criminal empire. The day, much like the others, had been a grueling mix of meetings, negotiations, and the unsettling business of violence that defined Bucky’s world of organized crime. Accustomed to the daily occurrences of bloodshed, torture, and death, even the strongest individuals, like Bucky, had their moments when frustration and weariness weighed heavily on his broad shoulders. All Bucky craved was solace and comfort in the embrace of his wife’s warmth and love, concluding the night with the pleasure of burying himself deep within her. That singular thought occupied his mind as he sat in the backseat of the Rolls, heading towards the penthouse that overlooked the city—his sanctuary, his kingdom, and you, his Queen.

“Have a good evening, Sir,” Bucky’s chauffeur nodded firmly in the rearview mirror, receiving an equal parting nod as Bucky stepped out of the car.

As Bucky ascended the private elevator, his fingers itched intensely for your presence, yearning to wash away the day’s cruelty with your loving touch and mend his wounds with your caring words. The ascent to his and your floor, typically swift, felt like an eternity. Leaning his forehead against the mirrored elevator walls, hands clenched on each side of his head, he muttered to himself, “Come on, come on. Hurry the fuck up. I fucking need her.”

Finally, on the top floor, the elevator pinged and opened, revealing the vast penthouse. Bucky swiftly departed, entering the one place where he truly felt safe and at home. The familiar scent of your shared home immediately calmed him, normality easing his frustrations. As he entered the spacious living room, soft music filled the space, accompanied by the sound of your bare footsteps drawing closer. It was everything he had longed for after his gruelling day.

The ache he felt for you gradually faded as you approached. Clad in a silk robe, your captivating form moved with confidence, the curves of your body dancing beneath the expensive material. Your face, bare and glowing, reflected the wear and tear of your own long day.

Though Bucky adored when you were all primed and dolled up, there was an ethereal quality about you when stripped down to your natural beauty that captivated him even more.

He released a deep, heavy breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding in, eyes closing briefly in bliss at the anticipation of you finally being beside him.

“Bucky,” you murmured as you stood before him, assessing him with a hint of worry. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the day, his eyes pleading. You understood immediately—he needed you now more than ever. Sensing his need for your presence and words, you prepared to offer the comfort he sought.

“Baby, you look exhausted,” you murmured, pressing yourself against him, cupping the back of his skull with your hands, thumbs softly grazing his earlobes. Your shimmery eyes met his weary gaze.

He groaned quietly as he leaned his forehead against yours. His fingers spread across the silky material on your hips, pulling you closer, needing the reassurance of your body. “Doll, I fucking need you,” he groaned, pushing his fingers harder into your covered flesh. “Now more than ever, baby.” His plea blended fiery lust with loving need.

“Come on,” you mumbled, laying a feather-light kiss on his lips, soft fingers laced with his calloused ones. “I know just what you need,” you purred, promising to provide whatever he needed—whether it be a loving cuddle and kisses or an intense physical connection, to bend you over and fuck your body and mind senseless. You were his.

You guided him through the dark hall to the luxurious en-suite, where the spacious marble shower awaited. Turning on the cascading stream of warm water, you beckoned him to come closer and let you take his stress away.

“Let me take your stress away, baby,” you purred, approaching him once again. Bucky watched your movements intently, the weariness in his eyes transforming into a look of pure lust and the longing for the gentle care only his wife could provide.

With your hands at the lapels of his suit jacket, you pulled it away from his firm body, letting it fall to the floor. Slowly, while never breaking your gaze from his fiery eyes, you unbuttoned each button with precise movements, pushing the fabric of his muscular torso. Your eyes roamed over his chiseled physique as your hands lay flat on his pecs, adorned with specs of hair. Your palms moved down the planes of his firm muscles, making him moan at your gentle touch. Unbuttoning his suit pants, you pulled them down along with his underwear, leaving him standing naked before you.

Unfastening the sash of your silk robe, you let it drop, standing completely naked before him. Taking his hand in yours, you led him into the steaming shower, the warm mist enveloping you both.

Bucky stood under the shower head, letting the water soak him from head to toe, washing away the burdens of the day. You joined him, placing your palms on his chest with a gentle touch as you stood flush against him—your bodies melded together by the water. His hardening cock pressed against your abdomen. He dropped his gaze to your burning eyes that mirrored his own, before trailing them over your naked and wet body, intensifying the heat.

With a groan, he knotted his fingers in your hair, the other wrapping around your waist. Your arms curled underneath his, placing your palms on his muscular back. Your pulse quickened with excitement, knowing where the evening was headed. All that was needed was your encouragement for Bucky to take it in the direction he desired.

“I’m yours, Bucky. Take what you need. Take me. Love me. Use me. Do whatever you need and desire right now. My body and mind are yours.”

He leaned down, capturing your lips with his, claiming and owning your mouth. His sweet and tender kisses quickly escalated into firm and needy ones. The tip of his tongue swept your bottom lip, pleading for your taste. As your tongues met, his fingers tightened in your hair, and his hand slapped the apple of your ass, followed by a firm squeeze. You whined into his mouth, pushing your body into his wet and slippery one, surrendering yourself.

Your hand wrapped around his firm cock in a tight squeeze, jerking his length in deep and slow motions while your tongue continued to dance with his. Bucky pulled away with your bottom lip between his teeth, groaning against your puffy lips as he slowly fucked himself into your grip.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” you purred against his lips, flicking the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip. “I’m all yours.”

“Get on your knees, baby,” he growled. “Suck my cock like the whore I know you are for it.” His hand came up to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pussy throb without suffocating you. “I’ll make you cry and choke on it while I fuck your mouth, use that tight throat.” A moan of need escaped at his filthy words. You loved being his adoring wife and his dirty whore. His lips curled in a satisfied smile at the duality you embodied—Whore and Queen.

He let you go, and without hesitation, you pressed sloppy kisses to his chest. Fingers traced the dips and planes of his chiseled physique as you continued kissing and licking down his body—his abs, his defined v-line—until you were lowered on your knees before him, mouth agape as you stared at him through your lashes. The water from the shower head above made his body gleam, intensifying the irresistible appeal of him towering over you. His cock stood fully erect, practically begging for attention, begging to be sucked. A shiver ran through your body, and a whimper escaped your lips as your pussy throbbed, eager for the same treatment your throat would soon receive—getting fucked and bruised.

Aroused with anticipation, your body practically shaking, you grasped him firmly in your hand as your tongue traced the protruding veins along his shaft, licking up to his bulbous head. Kissing and sucking the tip, you moaned at the taste of him. With no patience left, Bucky grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to release him from your mouth. His hot gaze met yours as a stinging yet delicious tug prompted a sharp gasp from your lips as tears welled in your eyes—the first of many for the evening.

“Don’t tease me, doll. I’ve had enough of being undermined today,” he groaned, his voice laced with cruel warning. “Now suck it like the pretty little whore I know you are for it.”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be your good little whore.”

Obediently complying, you engulfed his length as Bucky’s guttural groan vibrated off the shower walls. Your choice of words, and taking him all with no hesitation, only fueled his burning desire.

You took him deep, inch by thick inch until all of him nestled in your throat. Tears ran down your already wet cheeks, and the sensation of your lips wrapped around him and your throat suffocating his cock with your choked coughs made Bucky tip his head back in bliss. Moaning thickly, he pushed his hips forward into your compliant mouth.

Withdrawing to catch your breath, a thick string of saliva trailed from your lips to his tip. A testament to your eagerness to please the man above you.

“So gorgeous,” Bucky smirked, looking down at you with tears and saliva running down your chin. “Such an eager whore to please me,” he murmured, brushing his thumb across your lips.

With no further hesitations, you wrapped your hand tightly around the base to jerk him off, while your mouth engulfed his swollen and leaking tip. Your hand and mouth worked in perfect sync—jerking him with force and delicious pressure while your head bobbed on his cock, slurping and sucking. Bucky’s hips met your movements, making you choke and gag by his rough thrusts. Your other hand squeezed and kneaded his firm ass cheek, pulling him closer and anchoring yourself to him as you sucked him off.

Bucky’s vocalization became a hot and heavy symphony of moans, groans, and every guttural sound in between—a testament to you working him thoroughly with your hands and mouth.

His hips jerked, his muscles tensing, on the verge of climax, and spilling into your mouth, and you wanted nothing more than a taste of him. But he pulled you off before he could finish down your throat, making you wheeze and chest heave to catch your breath after he released you.

Reading the disappointment on your face, he brushed your tear and water-stained cheeks and swollen lips, a smirk playing on his own. “Don’t worry, doll. I’ll come down your throat next time.” His voice was low and sultry, laced with delicious promise. “I need to feel your tight cunt wrapped around me, now.”

Helping you up, he met your lips in a sloppy kiss, slapping your ass with a force that made you gasp before turning you around and directing you to bend over for him on the marble bench.

You bent over, placing your forearms on the cold stone, presenting your ass for him. The view of both your tight holes a tantalizing sight for him.

During the blowjob, your pussy had throbbed with need, eager for the same treatment as your throat, and you had never felt as frustrated as you had now, waiting for his cock. Looking over your shoulder at Bucky, his fist jerking his cock as his hot and burning gaze trailed over your dripping cunt, which he would fill and come deep inside.

“Please, Bucky,” you cried. “I need you cock so bad.” Your voice thick with desperate desire to be fucked and used by him. “Please, please, fuck me. Use me. Use my cunt.” You knew after the day he had that the fuck would be brutal, and you would love nothing more. You loved his gentle and caring nature that he reserved only for you, but you also loved to be used and fucked like a whore by him. The duality of his two sides only makes you love him deeper with each passing day.

He chuckled, relishing the power he held over you, the absolute desperation in your pleading voice and submissive body. “Patience, doll,” he replied with a low growl. “I’ve had a rough day, and I will take my time with you.”

He firmly kneads your ass in his palms, rough hands grabbing and squeezing the flesh before delivering a sharp slap that sends a jolt of pleasurable pain up your spine. Your toes curl, and a whimper escapes your parted lips as the cruel laughter from Bucky fills the space. Despite the sobs and cries during the next two spanks, your pussy grows wetter at his cruelty, soaking your inner thighs.

Bucky curses under his breath, running two fingers through your messy folds, circling your needy clit in teasing strokes. A breath of relief escapes you at finally being stimulated, even though it’s not at the satisfaction you crave. He groans as he pushes two fingers inside your wet cunt, fucking it in slow strokes, making your breath shake at the stretch.

“What made you this wet, doll? Sucking and choking on my cock, or me spanking and bruising your ass?”

“B-both,” you reply with a shaky voice.

“That’s my good whore,” he growls, softly patting your ass where his brutal hands landed.

With the head of his cock, he teases your bundle of nerves, before slowly and oh-so-deliciously pushing his length inside your welcoming cunt. You moan and whine through your swollen and parted lips as he stretches you out to accommodate his size. “Fuck, so tight, baby.”

He forces the rest of his length balls deep, making you gasp, while he moans, at stuffing you completely. “Ah, fuck… so big,” you whine, closing your eyes and fists tightly, adjusting to him.

With a low, throaty chuckle in response to your reaction, Bucky gives you a moment before setting his rhythm, hands firmly gripping your soft hips, fingers digging into your skin.

He holds nothing back as he unleashes himself, intensifying the brutal pace, thrusting deeply into your pussy like his existence depends on it. The tip of his swollen cock repeatedly brushes against your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your nerves, eliciting soft whimpers from your lips.

“So good for me, doll. Such a tight, pretty pussy,” he grunts, lost in the sensation of your cunt and the pleasure it brings him.

You tilt your head to meet his burning gaze, the fiery passion in his eyes searing your exposed and submitted body before him.

“Fuck, it’s all yours, baby. All of me. Only for you,” you whimper, the soft symphony of your gentle whispers and moans enticing Bucky closer to the edge, fucking you roughly and chasing his high. “Keep using it, baby. Claim me. Take what you want,” you urge, your words a breathless plea for him to keep unleashing his pent-up anger and frustrations on your eager and pleading cunt.

As you ascend to pleasurable heights, your impending orgasm closing in swiftly, the clenching of your walls around his pulsating cock signals his pending release as well. His hand slides around your throat, lifting you upright amidst his primal thrusts.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby? Come on my cock as I fill your greedy cunt?” His gruff voice sends a shiver down your spine.

The searing pleasure, coupled with the firm grip on your throat, leaves you with no choice but to nod, conveying that you are close to an eruption with an earth-shattering explosion.

“Open that pretty mouth for me and use your words, doll.” A sharp slap to your thigh jolts you out of the haze, prompting you to gather yourself and respond to his demand.

“Yes,” you managed to gasp. “I’m gonna come. I need you to come inside me, baby,” you cry, craving his warmth like a good whore.

With those pleading words, Bucky surges over the edge. His grunts and moans resonating against your skin as he fills you up with his cum. The sensation of him pulsing and filling within you and the rhythmic movement of his hips have you tumbling over the edge. Waves of your release ripple through your body, shaking and convulsing, your cries of pleasure echoing off the tiled walls.

“Good girl,” Bucky moaned against your skin. His fingers skillfully play with your engorged clit to heighten the downfall of your orgasm. “You take my cock and cum so well.” He continued to fuck and talk you through it, ensuring that your mind and body were consumed with nothing but pleasure and him.

The shared climax left you both suspended in the aftermath of your intense fucking. The air thick with echoes of your breathless satisfaction.

“Hmm, my good girl,” Bucky muttered, withdrawing from your used cunt and turning you around. The warm water of the shower continued to rain down on you both, washing away the shared evidence of your intense and passionate lovemaking.

Bucky cupped your cheeks, brushing his thumbs across the skin beneath your eyes. His hands, which held your body with force only moments ago, now cradled your face as if you were the most delicate of artworks, which to him, you were more than a masterpiece. He captured your lips, kissing you with a mix of passion and need. Your arms held his waist, bringing his slick body closer to yours.

“Let’s get out and dry off, doll. I need to bury my face in that pretty cunt of yours before I hold you in my arms and express how much you mean to me for the rest of the night.”

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

Just a little bit where Bucky has his fun with you and a toy.

Pairing -> Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount -> 534

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, Dom!Bucky, fingering (female!receiving), using of a toy (fem!receiving), slight edging, mention of multiple orgasm, squirting

Request -> Hey! Hope you're well❤️ I saw your drabble ask game so I thought I'd request a Bucky Barnes + sex toys drabble if possible? Love and thanks❤️ @ijustneedpopcorn

A/N -> Thank you for the request, I’m oke I guess, hope you’re well too and hope you enjoy it.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

"Come on, doll. You can give me one more, can't you?" Bucky asks, ignoring your whines when he presses the vibration toy against your pussy once again.

Your pussy is sore from the orgasm he already gave you. But he just loves your whines, moans, and begs when you ask him to come again. He loves the way your nose scrunches slightly and when you throw your head back while pleasure is rushing through your body.

Your legs tremble and your fingers dig into the sheets underneath you while Bucky smirks at you, his fingers entering you once again. With the pleasure of the toy against your clit and his fingers inside you, you feel the orgasm building up in your lower belly.

"Bucky, please. I'm so close, can I come?" You ask, your eyes pleading while you look into his beautiful steel-blue ones. He shakes his head, grinning when you throw your head back and groan, frustrated.

His fingers in your pussy speed up; he curls them and hits, with every little movement, your sweet spot, bringing you closer to the edge. The toy stimulates your clit, his fingers touch your sweet spot, causing your eyes to roll back. Your eyes water, and the feelings are so overwhelming that tears fall down your cheeks.

"Bucky, please. I—I need to come, so bad," you whimper, pushing your hips more against his hand and the toy.

"You said you couldn't come another time. Why are we so desperate now, doll?" He asks, laughing softly when he feels your walls squeezing his fingers and sucking them deeper into your pussy.

"Wanna come so bad, please," you beg, your orgasm just a few more thrusts away, and you don't think you can hold back any longer. But you also know that you shouldn't come unless Bucky allows you to do so.

He sighs, curling his fingers once again. His eyes are piercing into yours; you're biting your lip, trying to distract you from your orgasm. "Oke, doll. Come all over my fingers and show me that you're such a little desperate slut for me, doll."

With that, you come all over his fingers, squirting all over them. Bucky holds the toy still, pressed against your clit, making you whine in pleasure and pain. Bucky curls his fingers over and over inside of you, fucking you through your orgasm.

"Doing so well for me, doll. Come here," he says, removing his fingers and the toy and holding his arms open for you to get closer to him until he can wrap them around you. Bucky pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck slightly. "You did so well. I love you, my pretty girl. So well, I'm proud of you."

You snuggle more into his chest, letting him hold you as close as possible while you slowly calm down from your high. Your legs are still shaking and your breath is heavy, but Bucky's soft touches and his kisses calm you down, grounding you.

"I love you too, Bucky," you say quietly, pressing your face against the crock of his neck and inhaling his scent deeply. His fingers draw small circles on your skin, and you smirk softly.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

this is gonna be very smutty 😬😬 can you do one where bucky is a dom but reader doesn't know that and she jokingly called bucky sir and he was ready to jump her bones. the rest can be your thoughts but just an idea

Yes, Sir » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N jokingly calls Bucky sir without knowing that he’s a dom.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, metal arm kink, sir kink, praise kink, handcuffs, blindfold, choking, dom!Bucky & sub!reader, Bucky’s dog tags, safe word (not used), degrading, name calling (slut), use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @ilikestucky 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Oh sir…” You say jokingly in a singing voice.

Bucky snapped his head towards you to see you biting your lower lip and giggling.

“What did you just call me?” Bucky asks, his voice low.

“I called you sir.” You repeated, moving closer towards him on the couch. “What? Do you not like it when I call you sir?” You say seductively.

Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you closer to him, roughly kissing you. Your lips parted, a moan leaving your lips. Bucky’s tongue slid past your parted lips, exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Bedroom now.” He practically growls.

“Yes, sir.” You say seductively, standing up from the couch.

Bucky smacked your ass as you walked past him, making you squeak. You stripped yourself from your clothes and waited on the bed for him. Bucky walked in the bedroom, immediately going to his closet to look for something. He walked out of the closet with his hands behind his back.

“Do you trust me, doll?” Bucky asks.

“With my life.” You answered.

Bucky’s hands came into view. He had handcuffs in one hand and a blindfold in the other.

“Arms up.” He orders.

You lifted your arms above your head. Bucky cuffed your wrists to the bed frame.

“Here are the rules, babydoll…” He covered your eyes with the blindfold. “You address me as sir. You don’t cum without my permission. If you disobey me in anyway, I won’t hesitate to spank that cute little ass of yours till it’s red and has my handprint on it, understand?” He says.

“I understand, sir.” You say submissively.

“Good girl.” He praises.

Bucky stripped himself from his clothes and got on the bed and spread your legs.

“You’re about to learn something new about me, babydoll.” Bucky starts. “I’m a dom. Meaning, I like to be in control.” He tells you. “Since you’re new to this, I’m going to start off easy. Also, we’re going to use red as a safe word.” He says.

Bucky’s fingers on his right hand rubbed your pussy, smearing your wetness around. A soft moan fell from your lips. His thumb rubbed your clit in circles.

“Oh sir…” You moaned.

“You like that, babydoll?” Bucky asks, his voice husky.

“Yes!” You moaned.

Bucky’s thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he rubbed it. Two of his fingers unexpectedly slid inside of your tight pussy, moving them at an eagerly fast speed. Your back arched off the bed as you threw your head back in pleasure. Your legs threatened to close, but Bucky forced them back open.

“Don’t make me tie your legs to the bed frame.” He warns.

His fingers moved faster and faster as his thumb rubbed your clit at the same pace. Bucky watched as your mouth fell open and breathy moans left your lips and your chest rise and fell as you breath heavily. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot. A loud moan left your lips.

“Oh fuck! Right there, sir!” You moaned loudly.

His fingers continued to hit your sweet spot. Your orgasm began to build up quickly. You pussy squeezed around his fingers.

“I can feel you getting close, doll. I bet you’re so close to the edge that it feels like you’re about to explode. You wanna cum?” He says tauntingly.

“Oh yes! Please sir! Let me cum please!” You begged desperately.

Bucky chuckles at your desperation and moved his fingers faster.

“Cum.” Is all he says.

You did just that. You came so hard that you soaked his whole hand. Bucky’s fingers stopped their movements and he pulled them out of you, giving your clit one last rub roughly before licking your release off of his fingers, moaning at your taste.

“God damn, you taste so fucking sweet.” Bucky says, practically moaning.

You felt Bucky shift in between your legs. He hovered over you, leaning down to mark up your skin. His dog tags touched your chest in between your breasts. Bucky’s hands found their way to your breasts, giving both of them a squeeze before pinching your nipples. A squeaky moan left your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Bucky praises, whispering in your ear. “Do you think you can handle more?” He asks.

“Yes, sir…” You breathed. “I want more!” You tell him.

Bucky kissed down your body, stopping at your pussy. You felt his warm breath against your wet pussy, sending a shiver through your body. His tongue licked in between your wet folds, catching you off guard.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned in more of a gasp.

Bucky circled his tongue around your clit a couple time before latching his lips on it and sucked on it harshly. His metal fingers found their way to your tight entrance, unexpectedly sliding two of them inside of you causing you moan loudly. You quickly loved the feeling of his metal fingers. He moved them as fast as he did with his other fingers.

“You like that, babydoll? You like the feeling of my metal fingers fucking your tight little pussy?” Bucky asks.

“Yes, sir! I love them!” You moaned.

Bucky watched as your chest rose and fell for a moment before latching his lips back onto your clit. Your legs began to tremble a little from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your legs were about to close, but Bucky placed his right hand on your inner thigh and pushed it back open.

“What did I say about closing these pretty little legs, doll?” Bucky asks.

“N-Not to.” You say in a whimper.

“Then keep them open or I’ll tie them to the bed frame.” He warns.

“Yes, sir.” You say.

Bucky went back to work on your pussy, devouring you. His metal fingers hit your sweet spot each time, making you arch your back in pleasure. Bucky could sense that your second orgasm was coming closer.

“Sir please!” You moaned desperately. “Can I cum again please?” You asked, begging.

“Do you think you deserve it, doll face?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Yes I do!” You gasped when his metal fingers hit your sweet spot again. “I’ve been a good girl.” You say.

“Cum.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips and you tugged on the handcuffs as you came harder than the first time, soaking Bucky’s face and fingers. He removed his metal fingers from your pussy and licked your release off of them. He hovered over again, leaning down to give you a hungry kiss. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You think you’re ready for my cock, doll?” Bucky asks, tapping his tip against your clit causing your hips to jolt upwards.

“Yes, sir.” You answered. “I’m ready for your fat cock.” You say.

Bucky lined his cock at your tight entrance, sliding his cock inside of you in one thrust. A loud gasp left your lips. You thought he’d give you time to adjust to his size, but he didn’t. You were seemingly fine with that. Bucky’s thrusts were rough and hard. The sound of skin smacking filled the bedroom. Bucky put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you roughly.

“God damn, you’re fucking tight.” Bucky groans.

His metal hand found its way to your throat, wrapping it around your throat and gave it a light squeeze. He pulled your head up towards him, kissing your lips roughly.

“Tell me, doll face…” Bucky pulls away from your lips. “Are you my dirty little slut?” He asks.

“Yes!” You gasped. “I’m your dirty little slut, sir!” You moaned.

Bucky’s thrusts somehow got rougher when you told him that you’re his dirty little slut. Your cunt squeezed around his cock every time it hit your sweet spot. You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your wet walls. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the feeling.

“Oh, Bucky!” You moaned.

You immediately knew what you did wrong when his grip on your throat tightened when you called him by his name instead of sir.

“Excuse me?” Bucky says.

“Sir! I-I meant sir!” You corrected yourself through a moan.

“Call me the wrong name again and your ass will be red for days.” He warns.

His right hand found its way to your clit, his fingers rubbing it roughly causing your pussy to squeeze around his cock. Your third and final orgasm began to build up quickly the more his cock hit your sweet spot and his fingers rubbed your clit. You were trying so hard not to cum without his permission.

“Gonna cum again, doll face?” Bucky asks, panting.

“Mhmm yes!” You whimpered.

“Too bad you’re not going to.” He says.

You whined in frustration which was a mistake on your part cause his metal hand applied more pressure on your throat.

“Quit your fucking whining.” He starts. “Good girls don’t whine.” He says.

“S-Sorry, sir.” You apologized. “I want- need to cum.” You say.

“You think you deserve to cum?” He asks.

“Yes I do.” You tell him. “I’ll be a good girl, sir! I promise!” You say.

“Hmm…” He thought about it for a second. “Cum.” He says.

Your mouth fell open, a loud moan left your lips as you came so hard that it dripping down your inner thighs and Bucky’s lower abdomen and the front of his thighs.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans, his thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm came closer to the edge.

Bucky came inside of you, thrusting a few more times before stopping. His metal hand left your throat and he pulled out of you. He took the blindfold off of your eyes. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the light Bucky uncuffed your wrists from the bed frame. Your wrists had red marks on them. Bucky left the bedroom to get a wet towel from the bathroom to clean the two of you up. You were curled up on your side, your eyes droopy. Bucky laid down behind you and covered the two of you up with a blanket. He wrapped his arms around you, his metal fingers rubbing up and down your side.

“You did so well for me, doll.” Bucky almost whispers. “Get some rest. I love you.” He says softly, kissing the side of your head.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[confusedmuggle]

Please

Bucky Barnes x fem!dom!reader

Summary: Bucky and you are just roommates right? So why can’t you get the image of him pleading to cum out of your head?

Part 1 - Needy Boy

a/n : a part 2 to Needy boy, can be read on its own though. Thank you so much for all the love on the first part! here is the second part, please comment any ideas for this fic or others, and or other things you want me write! Thank you, enjoy!

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just roommates. just roommates. at least that’s what you keep telling yourself. After Bucky fell asleep that night, you went back to your room to go to bed. It was a restless night, but you finally fell asleep, and by the time you woke up, Bucky had left already. He’d left a note saying he got called in early

but it wasn’t just that time. The next two days you didn’t see Bucky, not even once. You tried to think of why he would be avoiding you. He had certainly seemed to enjoy himself that night.

You huffed as you plopped on your bed. The past two days had been busy for sure, but you missed the broody hot man that you usually had the pleasure of seeing at least once a day. Your mind drifted as you laid there, going back to that night

“y/n…ngh..”

your thighs clamped together as you remembered the sounds he had made. “Fuck it. Bucky hasn’t been home for awhile anyways…”

you slipped your hands down your body. One went to cup your breast and the other down to circle the wet spot on your panties.

“mph…”

it had been so long since you’d had the pleasure to touch yourself, either too busy or too tired to be able to. you slipped your panties down your thighs and completely off, tossing them away to who knows where. You began to circle your clit and bit your lip, stifling a loud moan

“ngh..”

your breathing became heavier. you opened your eyes and -

fuck. “Bucky? “

you snatched the blanket and threw it over your body quickly

“what the hell are you doing here?!”

Bucky stood in the doorway of your room, unmoving. his gaze going from your exposed self to your face once you put the blanket on. He moved his gaze to the floor and gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing

“I-well-“

you felt the blush rushing to your cheeks. How much had he really seen? “what are you doing here?”

“well I was-“ he cleared his throat, clearly nervous. You noticed his hands moving to cover his crotch, and how he was trying to make it look like he was just clasping his hands

“I was going to ask what you wanted for dinner but- “

you could tell he was nervous. he was switching his weight from one foot to the other and couldn’t seem to look you in the eye

“Bucky, do you need something?” You felt awkward with his just standing there, and the heartbeat between your legs was getting harder to ignore. His presence certainly didn’t help that. Your thighs squeezed together again

“I want you. I want to taste you. Please” as he said these foods he met your eyes. He looked desperate, like a starved man. She hands over his crotch seemed to pressed against his length as he said this, like he was also getting turned on from this conversation

You froze. Was he serious? The heat between your legs only grew. You stared into his eyes, feeling your breathing get heavier as you nodded. you carefully removed the blanket from yourself, letting him see your fully naked body.

“fuck” he uttered, followed by a involuntary moan. He stumbled over to you, already pussy drunk without even getting any. he gripped your thighs like they were the only thing keeping his grounded and look pleadingly into your eyes

“I’ve never- I don’t know how-“

you cut him off

“it’s ok, i can teach you Bucky”

You gently ran a hand through his hair, making him let out a little moan and close his eyes. *she gripped his hair now, firm enough to pull slightly but not cause pain. You gently guided him towards the center of your arousel ”go on. you’ll figure it out, ok? I’ll tell you what feels good and what doesn’t. Just be gentle, and no need to rush”

“it’s so…wet” he said, an air of awe in his voice

your back arched off the bed as he began, licking a stripe up your slit. He let out a guttural groan

“you taste so good…Jesus Christ y/n”

you carefully pushed his head closer to your heat, moaning as his nose brushed up against it. Bucky, it seemed, has lost all control of himself. He was like a starved man eating his first meal in years. “oh y/n… this is so good… you’re so beautiful… ngh…”

You’d noticed by now that he was rutting himself against your mattress as he ate you out… what a needy boy. “good boy, yes… just like that” your breathing quickened as you chased your release

Bucky let out a guttural groan and his hips stuttered

you smirked. Did he really just cum from eating you out?

“don’t stop now Bucky, come on, be good”

It wasn’t long before you came on his tongue. He didn’t stop, wanting to continue tasting you, until you pushed his head away

“that’s enough for now, Bucky. Come here”

You patted the bed beside you. Bucky stood up, his pants completely leaked through from his pre and orgasm.

“Bucky, have you been avoiding me?”

sorry for the cliffhanger, but I’ll be working on part 3! ❤️❤️

[marvelobsessed134]

bucky x slutty!maid!reader?? i have been thirsting over this for 2 days. like imagine getting hired to clean the avengers tower and either tony gives you a slutty uniform because he’s a perv or you just like to show skin. and bucky gets increasingly sexually frustrated as he watches you clean while your skirt rides up or your tits come *that* close to slipping out of your top or something. and it makes him just that more feral bc he hasn’t gotten any since the 40s? and to counteract these feelings that develop deeper he acts like the biggest dicl to you?

The one with the slutty maid and sexually frustrated super soldier

Pairings: Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!Reader

Warnings: smut, no foreplay just straight to it, sergeant kink, subtle dub con?, slight breeding kink.

You’ve been hired to work at the avengers tower as a maid. And so far it’s been pretty good. Minus the fact that your boss-Tony Stark-is kind of a perv and gave you a very revealing sexy maid outfit to wear. But you dont mind since the pay is good.

Little did you know that you’ve caught the eye of a certain super soldier. Bucky had grown increasingly frustrated with the way you just walked around in that little maid outfit. 40 years of no sexual activity had driven him mad. And he couldn’t take it anymore.

So one day when it was conveniently just you and Bucky at the tower and you were bending over to water a plant, the soldier snuck up behind you and caressed your ass. It startled you a bit, and you quickly stood up and turned around.

“Mr. Barnes!” You squealed.

The brunette then caressed your face, looking deep into your eyes, “None of that ‘Mr. Barnes’ stuff honey. You call me Sergeant. Do I make myself clear?” His demanding tone caused a certain feeling between your legs.

You couldn’t help but obey to his every whim. “Yes Sergeant.” You whispered helplessly. A wicked grin spread across his face as his hand traveled south, lifting up your little skirt and rubbed you outside your white, cotton panties.

“Already so wet and I’ve barely done anything sweetheart,” he cooed, “have you been thinking about your Sergeant fucking you?” He teased.

You nodded, no words being able to come out of your mouth. He gripped your jaw with his metal hand. You looked into his dark blue eyes. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes Mr- I mean Sergeant. I do think about you fucking me.” You cried pathetically.

“Bend over the couch.” He commanded and you did as he said, bending over the large arm of the expensive couch. You heard the faint sound of him unbuckling his pants, and soon enough you felt him rip your panties off your skin. The soldier smacked your ass before lining his cock up to your entrance, entering you slowly.

You hissed at the stretch, he’s big. “Ooh Sergeant!” You hissed.

“Stay still, doll. Let me play with you.” His voice was dark and weakened you. He slowly but surely began to thrust into you harder, gripping your hips for more control. You were a moaning mess, feeling him slide in and out of you with such ease since your pussy was dripping.

You gripped the couch cushions, “Please Sergeant! I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum doll? Go ahead baby I’m right behind you.” You clenched around him and ended up squirting all over his dick. Bucky moaned at that, feeling himself getting closer and closer to the edge. “Please Bucky, I need you. Need you to fill me up!” He hardly registered the fact you used his name because he was cumming inside you, relishing in the pleasure.

“Gonna be so full with my babies, Y/n.”

[mavsstar]

.⋆˚𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝑃

Summary︱Bringing a man home only meant one thing for you—boring, meaningless sex. After a pathetic attempt to experience a blissful release, Bucky offers to help out.

Pairings︱DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.2k

Warnings︱18+ this is straight up porn, age gap, reader using a vibrator, slight dom/sub dynamics, моя игрушка means my toy, praise, stomach bulge, squirting, a little bit of aftercare at the end.

Author's note︱I had to make it DBF bc i am a total whore for older men and it's honestly perfect for it. PSA THE READER MET BUCKY WHEN SHE WAS OVER 18. HE DID NOT SEE HER GROW UP. Anyways enjoy :D Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You laid on the bed, your body barely jerking as your date thrusted inside you. You wondered what went wrong. It wasn’t that the date in itself was bad, it turned out to be one of the best dates you’ve been on so far. He was a nice and a very attentive man. 

“If only he could be that attentive in the bedroom,” you thought. 

You let out fake moans to make it seem you were slightly enjoying it and avoiding hurting his ego. Though someone should, so he would finally know how terrible he is be in bed. At least he was pretty so it wasn’t such a terrible loss on your side. You had a decent view. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck. 

“Please do so you can leave,” you said to yourself. 

With one final grunt his body stilled over yours, dropping all his weight on you seconds later. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him over. He took it as a silence cue to leave. All that could be heard was the condom being thrown in the trashcan and the sound of his footsteps. You wanted him gone so you could have your own fun. 

You didn’t even bother turning around. Not even when he kissed you goodbye. When you heard the door shut, you immediately crawled across your bed to get to your vibrator that was deeply stuffed in the top drawer of your nightstand. You pulled the hot pink wand out and bit your lip in excitement. 

A gleeful hum escaped your lips when you pressed the vibrator against your clit and turned it on. You threw your head back in pleasure, your lips parting open as breathy moans left your lips. When you felt the vibrator lose its intensity down to lower vibration you internally groaned but nonetheless tried to enjoy the pleasure. 

Just as you felt your orgasm build up, the vibrator turned off. You frantically tried to turn it back on, mumbling a symphony of curses.

“Don’t do this to me now,” you wailed. Though the vibrator was fully dead. 

Out of frustration you threw the vibrator across the room, causing a huge thud sound as soon as it hit the wall. At least Bucky wasn’t here to hear any of it otherwise he would’ve fully woken up. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” you yelled into your pillow, your screams sounding muffled.

Seconds later you heard a knock on your door. “Honey, are you okay?” 

You audibly gasped, Bucky wasn’t supposed to be here. You pulled the covers up to your chest just in case he came into the room. “Yeah I’m fine!” 

 “You sure?” He asked as he entered the room. He smirked when he saw the white sheet clinging onto your body, your fingers clutching the sheet for dear life. 

“I th-thought you were supposed to b-be gone?” you stammered out, clearly nervous.

“I got back early.” 

“How early?” you questioned, praying that he hadn't heard you and he just came back. 

“4 hours ago,” he replied. Bucky took slow, agonizing steps towards you until he reached the side of your bed. “And I heard every little noise you made.” 

“Oh no,” you sighed, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment. “I’m so–oh god!” 

You were so ashamed you could barely form a proper sentence. Your cheeks were on fire and you wanted to crawl into a little hole and die. While you were busy wallowing yourself in your mortification, you missed the way Bucky was undressing you with his own two eyes. 

“Bucky I don’t even know what to say–I’m so sorry.” 

Bucky’s hand softly gripped your chin and turned it so you were now facing him. “Sorry for what, Honey? For having sex? It’s natural, everyone does it.” His thumb swiped your bottom lip, adoring the way it bounced back. “You know what isn’t natural?” 

You peered at him with doe eyes. “What?” you asked him. 

Bucky mentally made sure to take a picture of you with the same exact look another day. God you drove him crazy with that simple look—his instincts begging him to fuck you senseless. 

“To fuck a guy who can’t even make you cum.” Disappointment racked down his body thinking about the fact someone as pretty as you is missing out on oh so much. “Don’t worry, s’not your fault.” 

“But what if it is?” 

His grip slightly tightened, “trust me it isn’t. They don’t know the first thing about pleasure. If it’s anyone's fault, it’s theirs.”

“To your luck, I know just how to make you feel good.” He bent downwards, his lips ghosting above yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, fully expecting him to kiss you. When you didn’t feel his lips on yours, you opened your eyes and they were mere centimeters away. So close yet so far. 

“Please Bucky,” you begged, inching your lips closer to his. 

Bucky leaned back, relishing your desperation. “Please what, Honey?” He squished your cheeks together, your lips puckering together. “Use your words.” 

“Please make me feel good.” 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. The praise sent warmth down your body. 

He dropped his metal arm, slithering his way down to the bed sheets. He slowly starts pulling the sheet down, exposing every single part of your body. When the sheet was fully off Bucky lowly moaned. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want anyone else to touch you ever again.” 

Desperation won over and you tugged Bucky down with you. Nothing but teeth clashing and hands roaming everywhere on the other’s body. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, silently signaling him to take it off. Bucky momentarily broke the kiss to peel off his shirt. 

Your eyes hungrily ran down his body, it was all like an orgasm for your eyes. “Wow,” you whispered, mainly to yourself. 

“You like what you see?” Bucky smugly asked. Bucky chuckled, watching your lust blow your eyes as you instantly nodded while you bit down your bottom lip sensually.  “Of course you do, don’t you?”

Bucky chased your lips once again. This time the kiss was slower, more calculated. His hand snaked down to your body and his hand cupped your dripping pussy. Your thighs clenched together as you felt the cold touch from his metal hand. 

“You’re dripping моя игрушка,” he growled against your lips. He grabbed your leg and hitched it over his, ensuring it stays open. He swiped his finger across your cunt to gather your wetness. 

His fingers circled over your clit, eliciting small breathy moans from you. “Let all those pretty sounds моя игрушка.” Bucky’s middle finger left your clit, traveling down to your weeping hole. “I don’t want you to hold back.” 

His finger entered inside you, your walls immediately clamping down on him. Bucky tested the waters and added a second finger. He was enamored with your blissed out face and he wasn’t even trying. 

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to curl his fingers just at the right angle causing your legs to quiver around his hand. “Go on, grind your pretty pussy on my hand.” 

You blindly obeyed his order. You grinded your hand on his palm, adding a delicious friction between your clit and his hand. Subconsciously you began to move faster, chasing a sweet, short euphoria. 

“That’s it,” Bucky praised, pressing his palm a bit harder. “Just like that.” 

Your first orgasm caught you by surprise. You could barely register what was going on before you gushed over his hand, your cum leaking down his fingers. Bucky pulled his fingers out and licked your essence, moaning at the sweet taste. 

He pushed your shoulder back, laying you flat on your back on the bed. Bucky quickly pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free from the clothed restraints and slapped his stomach. The tip was drenched in precum making your mouth water. 

Bucky crawled on top of you, leaving kisses behind over your exposed skin. Once he was fully over you, he grabbed his cock and swiped it over your drenched cunt, swirling the tip on your sensitive button.

“Stop teasing,” you whined. You reached your hand down to guide him in but he swatted your hand away. With one hand Bucky pinned both of yours at the top of your head. 

“Wait,” he warningly growled. 

After a few more teasing swipes you felt Bucky’s tip prodding your entrance. Slowly, Bucky slid in and finally gave in to you. The stretch achingly burned yet nothing else has felt better. You felt every inch of his thick cock entering you. 

“Oh god–you’re so big.” 

“Aww моя игрушка,” Bucky cooed as kissed your nose, “I’m not even fully in yet.” 

You looked down and Bucky was right. You both gasped out once he fully sheathed himself inside you. You have never felt so full in your entire life. 

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunched in pleasure. “God you’re so tight.” 

You felt like you were going to die if he wasn’t going to move. “Please move.” 

Bucky pulled almost all the way out, ensuring the tip stayed in and then plunged himself deep into you, eliciting a silent scream from you. Your head fell back when Bucky started to thrust inside you. If you thought you felt pleasure before, this was heaven. You never thought someone could ever make you feel this good. 

You somehow were able to loosen his grip on your hand. You grabbed his hand that was on your hip and guided him over to your lower stomach. “I can feel you in–here!” you exclaimed when he hit a particular spot. 

“Oh there it is,” he muttered as he repeatedly hit your g-spot over and over. “Guess what моя игрушка, if I do this,” Bucky gabbed your leg and threw it over his hip, “you’ll feel so much better.” 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the new angle. Tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls fluttered around him and Bucky had to bite back his moans. 

“No…wanna hear….you,” you pouted. “Bet you sound–so pretty.” 

Bucky granted your wish and finally moaned, it was music to your ears. Hearing his moans turned you on even more. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight моя игрушка. I never want to leave your pretty pussy.” 

“S’all yours,” you babbled out. 

“Yeah? She’s all mine?” You nodded in response. Bucky didn’t really have to ask. Your pussy was his whether you were going to tell him or not. She belonged to him. You belonged to him. 

You shook off his hand to unleash your other hand. Both of your hands ascended up his arms and found solace on his biceps. “Harder,” you whimpered. Your voice was barely above a whisper but Bucky heard it as clear as day. Bucky easily complied and thrusted harder. 

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, your nails digging into his biceps. You were sure there would be marks but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh моя игрушка, I don’t think I’ll last,” Bucky groaned out. 

You could barely respond with your orgasm rapidly approaching. “I’m gonna–” 

“No, not yet. Wait until I say let go.” 

“Bucky, I can’t hold it.” 

“You can and you will.” 

Bucky was determined to cum with you at the same time. He kept the same pace despite wanting to go faster. Though you made it nearly impossible with the way you gripped him like a vice. 

“Bucky…” 

“Just a little bit more.” 

“Bucky I can’t!” you cried out, stray tears falling down your face. “Please!” 

“Now,” Bucky practically demanded.

You finally let go of the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screwed shut as you chanted Bucky’s name over and over like a prayer. It was all a new feeling to you and your body didn’t know how to react. You momentarily blacked out as you let your orgasm ride out. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky gasped out, looking down at the mess you made all over his lower stomach that was now mixing in with his cum. 

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you mumbled out, still fucked out. “I didn’t mean to.” Bucky shushed you, assuring you it was more than okay that you were more than welcome to gush all over his body. 

Bucky pulled out, earning a whine from you. If you could have it your way Bucky’s cock would be inside you all night but you could barely form any words. Your body was profusely shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Told you I know how to make you feel good. Turns out all you needed was a little help” Bucky boasted. He then handed you a bottle of water, “drink this, you’ll need it.”

While you drank the water Bucky left to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag in one hand and clothes in the other. Bucky quietly cleaned you up, murmuring soft praises to you. 

“You did so good for me,” Buckky whispered against your skin. “You were absolutely perfect.” You made a noise of contentment when Bucky slid his shirt over your head. You brought the material up your nose, deeply inhaling his scent. 

“I’m never giving this shirt back,” you commented. 

“Good,” Bucky replied as he laid right next to you. He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shaky body, “it looks better on you anyway.” 

[becca-e-barnes]

The Study

Not only is this the start of my 'Moving In' series, I'm also calling it my birthday piece! I turn 24 on Tuesday and I'm trying hard not to think about the fact I'm overdue a quarter-life crisis.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K (oops)

Warnings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky, sub! reader, spanking, use of a vibrator, forced orgasms, kinda Dom vibes but totally consensual, degradation, safe word system but safe word not used, pet names

Summary: Bucky spends the weekend at your new house and you take him on a tour.

Minors, do not interact

Turning the key in the front door still feels odd. One of the very first changes you made to the house was installing a new locking mechanism on both doors and it hasn't had a chance to stiffen up yet.

The smell of paint is starting to dissipate but it hits you hardest when you open the front door. The hallway was one of the last areas of the house to be redecorated so the smell seems to be most noticeable right at the door.

"Damn, this place is deceptive." Bucky's remark makes you smile to yourself while you hang your jacket up. "It's a whole lot bigger on the inside than I thought."

"It surprised me too. All of the rooms are a nice size."

The house had ticked so many boxes for you. More than two bedrooms in a quiet development, a low maintenance garden, off road parking, a downstairs bathroom and the whole house has plenty of potential. The plan isn't to live here forever, after all. It should be easy enough for you to sell when you decide to move on.

You flick a few lights on in the hallway and toss your keys into the bowl on the hall table before you turn your attention back to Bucky standing in your living room. Despite the fact you hadn't removed your own shoes, he's taken his off, leaving them neatly at the doorway of the living room beside his travel bag.

He's respectful of your space; he always has been but it's nice to just have him in your space. It's nice to have him be part of it.

He walks slowly around the little living room, looking at the few ornaments and picture frames you'd collected. "That's cute." He's looking at a picture of you and your best friend, sitting on the floor of your old kitchen, laughing yourselves to tears over the fact your Christmas tree was three inches tall and cut out from the back of a cereal box. The photo brings a smile to your face every time you see it.

"Are you hungry? You've had a long day." You move over behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his clothes while he looks at your pictures on the fireplace. He's had to travel for a few hours just to get here so you imagine he's bound to want something.

"I'm okay for now." You nod at his response, taking in the fact he's actually standing in your home.

The time you have with him is limited. That's how this works but for just less than two days, he's yours. After that, he'll go back home so you've learned to make the most of the time you have with him.

"Help yourself to whatever you like. Kitchen is down the hall." You don't even really want to move but you can't stand like this forever.

He turns in your arms so he's facing you and captures your lips in his. It's a soft, slow, gentle kiss; the kind you've been dreaming of since you last saw him. You need him to feel exactly how much you've missed him without having to tell him.

The kiss lasts for minutes, far beyond its natural end but neither of you care.

After what feels like forever, your lips part but your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you determined not to pull away.

"I still haven't gotten the grand tour." He's got the most beautiful eyes and they're locked on yours to the point that you'd almost forgotten he's never been here before. "But I want to start in your favourite room."

"Well, the study is my favourite. I converted one of the bedrooms into an office space."

"Show me."

You don't protest. Instead you head out of the living room and up the stairs to the furthest end of the hallway, with Bucky following closely behind you.

"These all used to be built-in storage units around a headboard for a bed. I took all the doors off the cabinets and made it into shelving." You'd turned the room into a space that you love. The walls are painted a light shade of cream with houseplants lined up between books on the shelves. Instead of storage around a headboard, you now have book shelves, arching around your desk. The other side of the room has a sofa that converts into a bed for extra guests and there's a beanbag in the corner by the window to read on.

"I see why it's your favourite. Odd mix of books here though." Bucky's eyes flick over the titles, ranging from your collection of political figures' autobiographies, the 'Diary of an Oxygen Thief' trilogy, the selection of books providing commentary on the criminal justice system and a good few classics.

"It is. But I like this room. It'll be cosy in winter once I get some fairy lights and nice and bright in summer. Somewhere to unwind." You're thinking out loud as you reach up to close the window and that's when you feel Bucky step behind you.

"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.

"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."

Fuck.

"Are you sure you're up for that? Because I can really stretch it out. I'm not sure how we're going to make it work in the pantry or the downstairs bathroom but I'm happy to try."

"Your 'pantry' is a cupboard." Bucky's breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his lips have curled into a smile.

"I know. You promised every room though." You can't help but tease him, although you're half serious. It's not your fault that you're keen. Not when he's kissing down your neck like that and holding your waist so your back is flush against him.

"You're a handful." You feel his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist and you remember how nice it is to just be touched the way he touches you.

"I might be a handful but I can promise if I have my way, after you leave here on Sunday, you won't even be able to think about cumming again until Thursday at the very earliest."

"Jesus, that's one hell of a promise." He turns you around to face him and you notice his eyes are damn near twinkling with excitement.

You've got all weekend together; there's no need to rush but you can't help the overwhelming need to feel him sliding into you. That's when you feel closest to him and it's the closeness you're craving more than anything.

Your hand cups the side of his face, your thumb tracing across his freshly shaved jawline and you allow yourselves a second to just be together.

He smells familiar. The heat of his body against yours makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe.

"I want to start with you though. I brought you a little something." He kisses your lips gently and smooths a hand down over your hair before he retreats downstairs to the bag that he'd brought a few changes of clothes in.

He returns with a small cardboard box with the tape on one end already cut.

"I didn't have time to wrap it. It arrived last minute." You're so busy trying to get into the box that you hadn't even noticed.

Inside the box are a few instruction manuals, a thin white cord and a black satin pouch. Inside the pouch is a neon pink toy that's thicker at each end, narrow in the middle and nicely curved.

"I've already charged it and paired it to my phone. This end slips inside you." He points to the thicker end, studying your face to make sure you're okay with this.

And why wouldn't you be? This is pretty damn close to a dream come true.

"Remember what you said last time I saw you? You wanted me to spank you. Maybe we should take it a little further." He's always been hesitant to do anything that would hurt you and that fact is the very reason you want him to. You know how much he wants to protect you and knowing he cares about you has you convinced that he's the right person to explore this with.

"Please." You whisper, beyond excited at the thought of getting everything you've begged him for. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking about you bent over this desk with this inside you and we'll start off with a couple of light taps to that pretty ass." He presses the button on the narrow part of the toy and it give a short buzz, coming to life in his hands.

Fuck, you're into this man. You're into his hesitation just as much as you're into his willingness to try something new.

"Traffic light safe word system. 'Red' and I'll stop, 'amber' and I'll give you a break, 'green' to keep going." He wants to be fully sure you know you're in control here, not that you ever had any doubt.

You nod and stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time with as much passion as you can manage. Your hands run through his hair while his trail over your body, your tongue flicking gently against his.

Just being around this man makes you wet, not that you'd ever admit that to him. Even the thought of him has you throbbing with arousal so now that he's here in front of you, your whole body feels like it's buzzing.

He touches you like he can't get enough. He can't get you close enough and it's beyond thrilling to be the subject of his need.

It's almost embarrassing that you get yourself worked up so easily but from the hungry look in his eyes when you undo the button of your jeans, he doesn't seem to mind.

You step out of your jeans and panties and Bucky helps you out of your top and bra, leaving you naked in your study.

"Look at you." Bucky sounds like he's almost in awe, no matter how many times he's seen you naked.

He kisses you again, matching the same passion he'd had earlier, trailing his hands over your soft, warm skin until his fingers are nestled between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His fingertips trail between the folds of your sex, gathering the wetness he's responsible for. "Good girls don't get this wet at the thought of being spanked. You know that, don't you?"

You're almost too turned on to even respond to him. "Bend over. I want to see how well you take your toy."

You do as you're told, bending over your desk while Bucky drops to his knees behind you to slip the toy inside you. You feel him trail the thicker end of the toy against your slick cunt, gathering enough wetness to let it slip inside you comfortably.

Within a minute, the toy comes to life inside you and there's no way to stifle the moan that catches in your throat.

Not only is the internal part vibrating at a low, delightful buzz, the other end is pressed right to your clit and is stimulating it at the same strength.

"Did I say you could make a sound?" Bucky quizzes, sounding harsher than ever and when he gets no response, his hand comes down on your ass with so much force that it makes you yelp.

It was a hell of a spank and you can feel heat blooming under the skin of your left cheek, quickly followed by another spank to the right.

"For the record, you can make as much noise as you need to. But only because I've told you that you can. You see the difference?"

You force yourself not to nod and it has the effect you were hoping for. Two more harsh, painful spanks are delivered, one to each cheek, the same as before.

You don't know if you imagined it but the toy inside you feels stronger. You can't be sure if you're just focusing on the pleasure over the pain or if Bucky really has turned it up.

"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" He needs to know you're enjoying this because a little part of him is surprised at just how much he's into it. He gets to control both your pleasure and your pain because you want him to and the trust alone is enough to get him off.

"Feels amazing, fuck. Making such a mess." Stringing sentences together isn't easy but you swear you're about to cum already. Your nipples rub delightfully against the wooden desk and you swear every sensation is heightened.

"I wish you could see the mess you're making. Looks fucking delicious." He turns the toy up ever so slightly but that's enough to send you spiralling, gripping the edge of the desk as pleasure ripples through your entire body.

You can do nothing but sob, cumming relentlessly because he's refused to turn the toy down. Even after you're done, he keeps it at the same intensity, moving on like nothing happened.

"You say the sluttiest things. That promise of yours to totally drain me. Who says shit like that? So fucking filthy."

"I mean it. I want every drop of cum you can give me. And then more." You know saying something like that will earn you another spank and it does.

"You're not just acting like a slut. You are a slut. You spend your life hiding it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me." A shiver runs down your spine. You almost feel like you've been caught. Like he's figured you out and now you have nothing left to hide. "Say it."

It's a clear instruction but saying it makes it real.

Your hesitation earns you another sharp spank, heat prickling both your face and your ass at the same time.

"Don't make me tell you twice." For someone hesitant to slip into a dominant role, he's absolutely nailing it.

"I'm your slut." Your voice is less steady than you would've hoped but the words at clear at the very least.

"My slut?" He almost sounds like he can't believe what he heard.

"Yours. Your slut." You repeat, wishing you could see his face.

"Oh sweetheart, that's cute." He means it too. He turns the toy up as a reward and even though it's only at half its full strength, you can't help but cum again, pleading your way through another blinding orgasm.

"Such a good girl for me. That's it. Cum nice and hard. Give that slutty little pussy what it needs." He lands one more harsh spank on your ass and you swear it only makes you cum harder, to the point that your legs are shaking.

But all of a sudden, the sensation stops completely.

"B-Bucky?" You ask, turning around to look at him, wondering if something went wrong.

"Don't want to wear you out, sweetheart. I think that'll do for now." You agree that it's probably a good place to stop and you have no problem taking the toy out for a while.

He pulls you in close, resting your head on his chest, letting you catch your breath while he holds you and kisses your forehead.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is soft, hoping that you'll tell him the truth.

"No. It was perfect." You smile, capturing his lips in yours, hoping to relieve some of his fear. You're almost giddy with excitment. It truly was everything you needed and you fully intend to thank him for it before the weekend is over.

"Good. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would." He's back to the gentle, tender touches that you're so used to from him and it's a blessing that he can flick so effortlessly between both personas.

"How about we order in and stick a movie on?" He suggests, kissing the tip of your nose. "Go put on something comfortable. I'll find a takeout."

[rookthorne]

Like sir

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲

When Bucky came home from a bad day, it was your pleasure to change that, and you took pride in making him shatter to pieces if you reaped the rewards.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⇥ TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ⇥ Y'all can thank @playboystark, @navybrat817 & @sgt-seabass for this one — it is not my fault.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 ⇥ @sgt-seabass

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You were fucked. 

Well and truly fucked. 

You knew it the moment that Bucky stepped through the door after his mission with Sam – you knew it the moment he appeared in the entryway, blue Henley tight across his chest, black jeans hugging his thighs, and boots unlaced and haphazardly thrown on. 

The dog tags around his neck clinked against his chest and reflected the dim light of the living room. His arm, black and gold, flexed and whirred with the force of his clenching fist. 

And you knew there was no talking him down. You could only weather the storm, cop the brunt, and by god, that thought alone made your heart thrum and your stomach to flutter. 

“Bucky? Baby, are you alright?” You asked, putting your book down on the coffee table. The thud of his boots as he neared your perch on the couch doubled the staccato beat of your pulse. “What happened?”

The thunderous beat your heart had been tattooing against your ribs stopped once you saw the look on Bucky’s face. It was animalistic in its brutality – a man who needed to feel in control, needed to have something to release the pent-up anger boiling in his blood. 

You convulsively gulped, a desperate pull of air, and Bucky just watched you. The molten heat in his eyes made your skin prickle and it made the hair at the nape of your neck stand on end. 

“Knees.” Bucky said simply. You opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky’s lips twitched in the beginnings of a snarl. “Don’t make me repeat myself, kitten.”

“But-”

“Get on your fucking knees before I put you there,” Bucky snapped. 

So it’s going to be like that, you mused silently as you unfurled from the blankets, slipping off the couch to kneel at his feet. 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, baby girl?” The tone – oh, the pure need in it, it made your hands tremble as you reached out for his belt. “Daddy had a bad day, sweetheart,” he continued. The contrast of the soft touch of his right hand as he cupped your jaw compared to the words that fell from his lips sent a thrill up your spine. “He needs you to make it better. You can do that for me, can’t you?” You nodded slowly and worked his fly open, preening under the soft coos Bucky was uttering under his breath. “Good girl, kitten.”

Pride flooded you when Bucky smoothed down your hair, the touch so soft and gentle. “Sir, sit down-”

“What’s that, baby girl?” Bucky asked, brow raised. 

You shivered. “Please, sit down,” you said as you pointed to the couch. “Daddy deserves to be comfortable.”

Bucky hummed and stepped back, the sudden disappearance of his warmth almost made you whine with need. You loved when he was like this – all encompassing and brooding, not taking no for an answer. 

The couch creaked as Bucky sat and you shuffled to sit between his spread thighs. “Good thinking, kitten,” he said softly. You swore you could have started purring. “This is much better, but there’s somethin’ missing, don’t you think?”

Your fingers, now steady and determined, pulled down his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion once Bucky lifted his hips. You began to suckle at the tip of his already hard cock, enjoying the darkness that consumed his cerulean blues. “You can do better than that.”

The comment toyed with your competitive edge – you were determined to make sure Bucky wouldn’t be able to speak when you were done, damn him. 

Slowly, teasingly, you mouthed down his length, stopping only to lave your tongue at his frenulum and force a heavy breath from his lungs. The muscles of your jaw stretched and relaxed as you worked. 

“Hurry the fuck up, sweetheart,” Bucky hissed, his tone dangerous, but you could hear the plead behind the forceful words – you’d humour him, just this once. 

The loud groan that left Bucky’s parted lips as you enveloped the head of his cock with your mouth sung through your every nerve and ignited the heat low in your belly. “Fuck, that’s it,” he gasped and you moaned loudly, determined to make him feel it. “So good, baby girl.”

Forcing your jaw to relax further, slowly taking more of his length while breathing slowly, deeply through your nose. The sounds that escaped his lips made taking him to the hilt worth it. 

“Oh, fuck- Your mouth, kitten, fuckin’ hell,” Bucky moaned and his cock twitched as it touched the back of your throat. “So fuckin’ good for me, baby, s’good.”

Your hands came to rest on his thighs, and you pulled off while hollowing your cheeks, but Bucky’s hand found a tight grip around the back of your neck. “Where do you think you’re goin’? I didn’t say you could stop, sweetheart.” The wicked grin on your lips around his cock gave him pause, and it gave you an opportunity to pull off completely, letting the trail of spittle land on your chin. 

“But, Daddy,” you began, shuffling closer to the couch so your knees touched the bottom of it. “You didn’t say please.”

A concussive silence echoed around your room – interrupted only by your heavy breathing and the roar of blood in your ears. You’d done it, you had said the one phrase that kicked Bucky into overdrive, and the anticipation was killing you. 

“I didn’t say ‘please’, is that it, kitten?” Bucky asked, voice low and rumbling in his chest. Playing into your demise, you looked at him and tilted your head to the side before shaking it, just once. “See, the thing is, sweetheart,” he continued, and he was leaning forward, his face nearing yours. “I don’t need to say please when you’re mine to use–a fuck toy for Daddy to let his frustrations out on, aren’t you?”

Oh, heaven above. Your breath stuttered and you exhaled in a sharp gasp. “Isn’t that right, kitten?” His voice was a lull and your mouth watered, suddenly desperate to feel the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue again. “You can’t be cockdrunk on me yet,” he mused, his hand grabbing your hair at the roots and pulling sharply, forcing a hiss from your lips and your head to tilt back, exposing your throat. “Answer me, you slut.”

“Yes! Yes, I’m Daddy’s fucktoy,” you rushed, whimpering at the end. The pain sent you further into the clouds – a reminder that he was in control. It was intoxicating.

Bucky hummed, mouthing at your throat with a devilish smirk, the pull of his lips brushing your skin. “Then act like it.” The sudden feeling of Bucky releasing your hair made you gasp and rock forward slightly, your lips right above his weeping cockhead. “Go on,” he growled. “Take it.”

You breathed deep – once, twice, and then you leant forward- “Too slow,” Bucky snarled, and his hand forced your head down, his length spearing your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks reflexively and you forced breath through your nose, too tuned into the noises above you as Bucky fucked your throat. 

“Just a willing fuckin’ hole for your Daddy to fuck whenever he wants, aren’t you?” Bucky groaned, not letting up. “Such a good girl for me– Daddy’s slut, huh?”

The whine that escaped from around his cock sounded garbled and strained, but Bucky only chuckled darkly, his breath now coming in harsh pants, already so high strung – you knew it wouldn’t take much longer. A long moan echoed from him when you hollowed your cheeks. An idea struck you, and you gazed up into Bucky’s face through watering eyes as you moved your hands slowly and deliberately. 

“Aw,” Bucky cooed, watching with glassy eyes as your hands moved between his thighs to tug gently on his balls. The sudden stimulation made his breath hitch. “Is my slut gettin’ desperate to make her Daddy come?”

A salty taste coated your tongue at his words, and you nodded as best you could. Bucky moaned loudly as precome beaded on his tip. “Make me come then, kitten, c’mon.”

With renewed vigour, you bobbed your head so fast it made your head spin but you ignored it, the pitch of Bucky’s moans increased the faster you worked and you needed him to come almost as much as you needed air. “Fuck, sweetheart- Ah! Jus’ like that, good girl,” Bucky breathed. “Keep going, baby, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”

Like hell you would. 

“Oh- God, fuck, baby,” Bucky grunted, his hips lifting to meet your movements and the bitter taste of precome trickled over your tongue and down your throat – what you couldn’t swallow dribbled from your lips and acted as a slick. “‘M gonna come, don’t-” His hips stuttered but you didn’t slow, opting to work even faster to hear the broken pants and moans fall from his lips. “Oh, fuck!”

The heat of his release coated the back of your throat, and you pulled back so only the tip was on your tongue; content to watch his face contort with pleasure and hear the moans turning to whimpers as you continued to alternate laving at the tip and sucking through his twitching. 

“Oh, fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” Bucky gasped, his chest heaving for breath. You let the head of his cock fall from your lips and you weren’t surprised in the least to see him still hard – bless the serum. You watched through hooded eyes as Bucky leant forward, his left hand cupping the side of your neck and his right cradled your jaw. He was watching your mouth with a reverence that set your nerves ablaze all over again. “Swallow.” 

Smiling softly, you did so. “Say ‘ahh’ for Daddy, kitten,” Bucky ordered, and your mouth opened on instinct. A heavy breath left his lips to see your mouth empty and he closed your jaw with his thumb. “Such a good girl for me–Daddy’s proud of you,” he whispered. “How’s my girl? You okay?” 

“‘M okay, Daddy,” you rasped. He nodded once and pulled you into a heated kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips and groaning weakly at the taste of himself. 

“Now it’s time to reward my good girl, huh?” Bucky murmured against your lips, his breath fanning over your chin. “Would you like that, baby girl?” You nodded feverishly, threading your hands into his hair and tugging, only slightly. “Alright then,” he chuckled. “You better run, kitten.”

And run, you did.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[visionsofmagic]

- ', kinktober 2023 masterlist ↷

• includes: anime & manga ― marvel & dc ― video games •

◜ my first kinktober, so, I hope I will do fine. also, praying that this time I will be able to publish them on time and in order. ^^ have fun while commiting pretty sins with me in this kinktober of 2023! *kisses* [links will be added the moment they are published.] • m. masterlist ◞

◇ day 1-7: anime

I. gojo satoru › filming ⭑ before going on a mission, gojo decides to record you while being fucked by him to watch it later.

II. ryomen sukuna › breeding kink ⭑ sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

III. fushiguro toji › size difference ⭑ you bet you can have toji raw & dry with only one go.

IV. uchiha obito › mutual masturbation ⭑ you can’t deny the desire you have for obito and you want to show it.

V. hatake kakashi › semi public ⭑ he seems to enjoy how you clench around him with the fear of being caught in the act.

VI. roronoa zoro › cock warming ⭑ you ask to zoro whether he needs any help or not, and in return, he makes you sit on his cock so that it can get warm while he’s sleeping.

VII. monkey d. luffy › eating out ⭑ why not using his devil fruit ability while eating you out?

◆ day 10-17: marvel & dc

X. bruce wayne › car sex ⭑ bats fucks you in his batmobile to teach you a lesson after you disobey his order.

XI. jason todd › hate sex ⭑ being the arkham knight’s sworn enemy has its perks; being fucked by him every night.

XIII. clark kent › aftercare ⭑ after having a rough session with clark, you let him take care of your exhausted body.

XIV. bucky barnes › dilf ⭑ you’re his sugar baby, so, he want you to show your gratitude to him in the way he pleases the most.

XV. steve rogers › face sitting ⭑ after caps shaves his beard a question pops into your mind – how it would feel to sit on his now clean face?

XVI. bruce wayne › power play ⭑ the game you play takes a different route in which you try to dominate him, but, he doesn’t allow you.

XVII. jason todd › thigh riding ⭑ while begging jason to start fuck you, you discover how you can get the pleasure you seek from riding his thigh.

◇ day 20-29: games

XXI. leon s. kennedy › praising ⭑ leon likes to being praised by you so much that it’s overwhelming.

XXII. simon ghost riley › sex pollen ⭑ after the mission is done, waiting for trucks, you realize something is wrong with your body but ghost there to help.

XXIII. heimdall › dom/sub ⭑ heimdall likes to be on his knees for you.

XXIV. chris redfield › riding ⭑ you try to take him raw.

XXVII. sub zero › humiliation ⭑ your grandmaster gives you a lesson for the disrespect you have showed in front of others.

XXVIII. cal kestis › first time ⭑

XXIX. simon ghost riley › toy/vibrator ⭑

◆ 30: bonus [soon!]

XXX.

enjoy! ♡

[buckysdollsworld]

The Adventures of Bucky Barnes and Y/n Stark | Madrippoor | Bucky's Doll

GIF’s not mine

Content warnings: 18+, MDNI, alcohol use, oral sex, dom/sub dynamic

My first post let me know your thoughts!!

You were at a club in Madrippoor, on a mission with Sam, Bucky, and Zemo. You all were going to meet with Selby.

“Remember, stay in character,” Zemo says quietly as we walk to where Selby is.

“Baron welcome welcome, I wasn’t expecting you here tonight and you’ve brought friends I see.” Selby grins staring you down with a predatory demeanor.

“Ah, apologies I did not introduce you yet. Selby this is our friend y/n.” Zemo began, you don’t make eye contact but, give a polite smile.

“A quiet one I see. I like that come here, my dear.” Selby commanded, you simply walked over but glanced at the others before approaching her.

You knew you had to do as told but were quite hesitant, unsure what would come next. Selby grabbed your wrist pulling you to sit next to her. "Now Baron, what is it you came here for?" She looked towards Zemo while still having a grip on you

"Well my dear, I have come with an offer. You see we need some information on the super soldier serum..." Zemo was cut off

"And let me guess, you need my help?"

"Precisely" Zemo gives a smug smile.

Selby gives a mischievous grin before saying "Well, what is it you have to offer?"

"Glad you asked. As for what I have to offer well, I can give you our little friend here. She's quite good company." he smirks, and your gaze goes to him quickly in slight fear, this was never a part of the plan.

Bucky steps forward like he is about to say something but stays quiet, clenching his jaw clearly holding back. Selby grins at the thought of owning you

"Alright, Baron. Will she do anything I ask or will we have to break her in?"

"No need she is quite the obedient one, isn't that right y/n?" Zemo looks at you with a smug smile you shyly nod.

"Aw come on, use your word my pet" Zemo gestures for you to speak

"Yes sir" you reply in a soft-spoken voice.

"Before you hand her off I'd like a demonstration just so I know I'm not being lied to," Selby says not quite convinced of my submissiveness

"Of course, come here my pet" Zemo commanded you went over to him immediately but you glanced at Bucky knowing he hated every moment of someone touching what's his.

Zemo looks to you "Kneel" he demands you get down to your knees staring down he takes his hand and gently but firmly grabs your chin tilting your head up to meet his gaze. From there Zemo runs his thumb across your bottom lip

"Let's show what that pretty little mouth can do" With that he brings his other hand to his waistband beginning to undo his pants.

Bucky was barely holding it together he had his hand in a fist his jaw clenched. Zemo smirks while pulling his rock-hard cock out it was on full display he tugged at your bottom lip before releasing his grip on you. You look up at him before sticking your tongue out your mouth dropping open he brings his cock closer putting his hands at the back of your head and forcing you forward. Your mouth wraps around Zemos shaft as he thrusts into your mouth gagging you with his length. He grabs all of your hair turning it into a makeshift ponytail and pushing you down further on his shaft Selby has an evil grin on her face watching intently sipping her cocktail.

"Such a good girl" he groans drool starting to run down your face your mind somewhat melting away as you taste the saltiness of precum.

Zemo's head tilts back slightly he groans feeling so much pleasure as your head bobs on his cock finally he comes releasing his load into your mouth "Swallow" he demands his voice low and ragged you meet his eyes and swallow

"Good girl" he pulls his cock from your mouth and wipes the mix of his seed and your saliva from your chin. Zemo puts his cock back into his pants adjusting himself Selby smirked with amusement. It was obvious she was intrigued by you and your submissive nature she also loved getting a rise out of Bucky who was clearly angered by the whole ordeal.

"I must say Baron she is quite the obedient one. We have a deal" Selby grins walking over "Perfect. She's all yours" Zemo backs away from you.

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

✧*̥˚ key *̥˚✧

❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

✧*̥˚ BBC Sherlock *̥˚✧

i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸 sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸 sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸 sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

don't you forget about me, sherlock part 1 sherlock holmes x reader When Janine forces Sherlock to choose between being in a relationship with her and living with you, he has to make a tough decision. How will your feelings for each other be affected by it?

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸 bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥 sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥 sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸 steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸 steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻 natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥 natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

but daddy i love him ⛓️✍🏻 stephen strange x fem!stark!reader Tony Stark – your father – finds out about your romantic relationship with the infamous Stephen Strange. How will he react to you dating someone who is almost 20 years older than you.

natasha romanoff smut drabble

✧*̥˚ Call of Duty *̥˚✧

it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥 simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻 stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻 stalker!könig (cod) x reader Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻 simon “ghost” riley x afab!reader After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague and friend Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…  

thank you for your service ❤️‍🔥✍🏻 simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader You boyfriend, Simon “Ghost” Riley has to do way too much work at home for your liking. But no worries, you found a solution that works for the both of you.

✧*̥˚ Haunting Adeline*̥˚✧

red roses and deadly promises ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸 zade meadows x fem!reader When your stalker, Zade Meadows, has to do some business out of town, someone new makes an unwelcome appearance. How will Zade react when someone tries to steal you away from him?

✧*̥˚ Criminal Minds*̥˚✧

ugh, i just love you ⛓️ spencer reid x reader When you accidently let the a love confession towards your best friend, Spencer Reid, tumble out of your mouth, you think you’ve ruined the friendship between you completely.

i don't know what i'd do without you 🌸⛓️ aaron hotchner x gn!reader Aaron comforts you after a nightmare.

pretty when i cry 🌸⛓️ spencer reid x gn!reader When Spencer returns home he gets immediately worried when he sees you bawling your eyes out. Little does he know, it’s just because of a book.

care for a dance? 🌸 spencer reid x gn!reader spencer learns how to dance to teach you.

long hair!spencer nsfw drabble ❤️‍🔥

aaron hotchner luff drabble/ficlet 🌸✍🏻

✧*̥˚ Actors/Actresses*̥˚✧

like the movies ❤️‍🔥✍🏻 mads mikkelsen x actress!reader While attending the premiere of your new movie “The Hunt” with your co-worker and good friend Mads Mikkelsen, you get a little bit emotional. After Mads comforts you, he offers to bring you home. Once at your room, things develop quite different than you imagined..

[confusedmuggle]

Needy Boy

sub!Bucky Barnes x fem!dom!reader

summary: Bucky Barnes hasn’t had time for pleasuring himself for many years, but now he seems to be having a problem

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Bucky?” You called out. Your roommate of two years, you had met him when you first began an avenger. He was rather grumpy, but he wasn’t a bad roommate. you heard a noise from his room, and knocked before entering. The sight before you made you freeze

Bucky was lying on his bed, eyes red and watering. His pants barely on his hips, the outline of his dick showing clearly through his pants, a wet spot at the tip was leaking through his pants

“Bucky? What’s going on?”

his head snapped up, he quickly wiped his face. “Nothing! Get- get out!”

You walked closer to him and sat down next to him

“Bucky, talk to me. Are you sexually frustrated?” you have wondered if something like this would happen. Bucky was super old technically, but he’d never brought any women home, ever. He had to be backed up down there. And honestly, you’d be lying if you said you had never imaged him in a less than holy manner

“I- I-“ he was stuttering like crazy. You could see the tears returning to his eyes

“Bucky, do you need help?”

He froze. “…yes, please. please”

you shuttered at his whine. He was so hot, especially when he begged. You reached over and tugged off his boxers and sweats, being gentle. His red, engorged cock sprung up and hit is stomach. It was already leaking a lot, and the tip was swollen from years of no release. His balls looked so heavy and tight

“Oh Bucky… this looks painful”

he whimpered in response

“please…it hurts… y/n…please”

You gently wrapped your hand around it and began stroking. Bucky help out a choked gasp at the sensation, squirming on the bed

“y/n… it feels so good, ngh.. ah..” he was breathing heavy at this point. He tensed suddenly and came, shooting thick ropes of his cum into your hand. “That was fast” you noticed he was still hard. He teared up again

“more, please, I need more! It’s too much.. I need more, I - I can’t- “

He choked out a sob and you took his into your mouth. “ngh… fuck, y/n, keep going, shit, ah..ah, ngh… fuck”

you were able to milk out two more orgasms out of the poor boy before he collapsed onto the bed, his cock softening finally. “..thank you”

You gently cleaned him up and stroked his hair, watching him as he fell asleep

“y/n.. mmm”

You smiled at his soft whimpers, but then remembered, the two of you are just roommates.

right?

part two out now!

[bucknastysbabe]

Thank you hotd fam for making me feel like a million bucks— it’s also so freeing and fun to be confident and open about this to ppl in my personal life. I told my aa sponsor and she was like YES GIRL! What a queen. Next up for HOTD I’m gonna try to get into the obsessive Criston hcs but I am a busy bitch

Anyways this nasty shit has been sitting in my drafts TOO DAMN LONG. I have so many Bucky blurbs if anyone is into those— they’re already written. BUT in honor of going to an all day Catholic event tomorrow I’m going to try to get excommunicated by posting this. Ladies and gents and fancy folx I bring you: ✝️beefy priest bucky✝️

Noble and Chaste

“Lust; disordered desire for or inordinate enjoyment of sexual pleasure.” -Catechism of the Catholic Church

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Rough oral (m!receiving), priest kink, LOTS OF SACRILEGE, teasing, confession booth, manipulation, age difference, dom!bucky, priest!bucky, BEEFCAKE BUCK, reader is of age, degradation, dirty talk, deep throating, f!masturbation, smuttysmutsmut

1977

St. Maria Goretti Boarding School. Also known as where parents send their daughters who are whores or have a temperance issue. Or both, just like you. Your parents sent you up the east coast to this place in upstate New York. It was down the road from an asylum. You felt that was a planned threat.

You placed your new record onto the player. It was the soundtrack to Saturday Night Fever. You loved disco so much. Back in New York you’d gone to some clubs and partied all night long to their songs. Now you were here surrounded by idiots and dusty nuns. At least the priest was funny. You had a year left, this being your senior year. You could pretend to be normal and get back into your parents good graces before fucking off to college and being free again.

For now you smoked out of the window, singing to the along to ‘Night Fever’. Wanda whined from her bed, “No smokingggg, Sister Agatha will whip us again.” You rolled your eyes and snickered, “You want one or not Maximoff?” She groaned and joined you on the windowsill, lighting up.

The girl was accused by her parents of being into ‘witchcraft’. In reality she just liked crystals and horoscopes. She took a drag and spoke on the exhale, “Did you hear about the assistant priest coming to train under Father Dugan?” You whinged, “He better be hot this time. The one two years ago was a square.”

Wanda gasped, “Girl! He’s a man of the cloth.”

The pair of you devolved into giggles, bumping shoulders affectionately. You spent the afternoon gossiping and planning on how one would seduce the young priest.

You ended up wearing your skirt from freshman year. You’d grown since then, leaving little to the imagination. Of course you had your thick white tights on underneath. If your button popped loose on your shirt during the nightly meeting, everyone would be too prudish to say anything until afterward. Wanda dolled you up with the little makeup the pair of you had smuggled.

The nightly meetings were a bore. It was run by Father Dugan. They were a time for the ladies to share about a topic and learn how to deal with it more ‘christ-like’. Sometimes you’d just start laughing uncontrollably to Sister Agatha’s chagrin. You strolled in, last in line of the senior girls. There was about twelve of you, filling the chairs. Sister Agatha watched like a hawk from the back of the small room.

Father Dugan walked in with the new priest. A collective low burble of noises broke out amongst the ladies. You whispered to Wanda, “Fuck— he’s like sex on legs.” Dugan smiled knowingly but you focused in on the new one. He was powerfully built, all wide shoulders and huge arms. The priest had brown hair to his neck and the prettiest lips. His angel face and baby blues didn’t quite match up with being sturdy as a brick shithouse.

He introduced himself softly, “Hello, I’m Father Barnes. I’ll be helping Father Dugan here until I’m assigned to my first parish. I can’t wait to get to know you lovely ladies of the Lord.”

You lowly groaned, “I can’t wait either.”

The pair of holy men sat in two of the chairs in the circle. You eyed Barnes’ chest straining his black garb. God he was gorgeous. Father Dugan started with a prayer and some scripture. He began, “And with that, I’d like to talk about confession and honesty today.” You snorted when the others all suddenly had something to say. They could try but he was yours.

You sat through the boring drivel and bit back a laugh when Elizabeth burst into tears about lying to her parents. Agatha cleared her throat pointedly, staring you down. You caught blue eyes on you, and smiled good-naturedly at Father Barnes. He blushed and redirected his attention to the squalling Elizabeth. Wanda elbowed you.

“Since you seem to be so invested, why don’t you share your thoughts?,” Dugan asked humorously as he pointed at you. You laughed flatly, straightened up and crossed your legs. You dryly rambled, “Well Father. To be human is to sin. We’re born with it. Instead of holding onto the guilt I just confess it. Whether it’s to you or my friend, I have to be honest. Even if I just pray to the Holy Spirit. Keeps me in check.”

Dugan replied, “Well said. Humans are sinful. So we must-“ You blocked off his voice to a dull hum as you ‘accidentally’ popped a button on your shirt, revealing your cleavage. Wanda smirked from next to you. You stretched your arms, highlighting the opening. Father Barnes’ eyes flickered over before dropping to the ground. Then repeating again. Hooked. With an exaggerated gasp you excused yourself from the meeting, citing ‘impropriety’.

You relaxed in your bed, kicking your legs as you laughed. Wanda busted in and pointed at you. She hissed, “You little minx! He watched your ass when you left the meeting!” You rolled onto your side with a smirk. You drawled, “I just gotta get some more info,” you hugged yourself dramatically, “get closer!” Wanda cackled in glee before Sister Maria told you two to hush through the door.

The next day you were in the cavernous library. Considering all your faults you did try to keep your grades up to secure your way out. You wrote down equations, a bored hand supporting your head. You heard a door open behind you, and some footsteps echoing after.

“Dugan warned me about you,” Barnes spoke.

He tried to sound confident but you picked up on the slight crack in his voice. You smirked at your paper before schooling it into a placid expression. You retorted, “Whatever do you mean, Father?” You turned to face the young priest, who perched on a table two rows away. His muscular arms were crossed defensively.

Barnes’ lips pouted as he stared you down. A few beats of silence passed over the room before he spoke again.

“I think you know what I mean,” he deadpanned.

You mimicked the clergyman’s pose, turning around to sit on the table. You spread your legs ever-so-slightly. Barnes’ eyes stayed on your face but his jaw twitched and cheeks flushed. You purred, “Tell me. What did Dugan say about me?” You thought the man was going to explode as he slapped his hand down on the table and spluttered, “Quit with the nonsense!”

Your lips stretched into a catlike grin.

“Tell you what Father, I’ll confess to you what I do so sinfully. Then we can start fresh huh?”

The angered brunette’s heaving chest slowed as he processed your words. Accusing blue orbs bore into you before he clicked his tongue. Barnes replied, “Fine. Lead the way.” You laughed and hopped off the table, swaying down the hallway leading to the chapel and confession booths. You felt his heat close behind, but the man kept quiet.

You entered the booth, kneeling immediately. The priest entered the other side, the curtains closing with a swish. You heard the wood creak as he sat down. He cleared his throat awkwardly. You made a sign of the cross while speaking, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was one month ago."

You saw his silhouette shift behind the screen. You continued, “Since my last confession I’ve sinned greatly. I was inattentive and late to the last mass. I didn’t show respect for my classmates. I’ve been prideful, angry, envious, and a gossip.” The priest hummed quietly as you breathed, “I’ve been especially bad lately. A lustful sort. I know why Dugan said what he did.”

His breath hitched as you falsely expressed sorrow in your next words.

“I haven’t been chaste in word and thought. I’ve had impure thoughts and gratified myself sexually to them. I just can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked.” Your voice petered out in a sigh, “And you look so good.”

He growled suddenly, “Do you think this is a joke?”

You shook your head vehemently. You cried, “I’m so sorry— do you think I’ll be forgiven?”

You yelped as he jerked out of the booth. You thought he was leaving before a big hand ripped you up violently by the arm. Barnes pressed you up against the unforgiving wood of the confessional. His nostrils flared and jaw ticked as he furiously glared at you. The brunette’s hand gripped your arm in a vice.

You held his gaze, panting softly. He hissed, “You probably won’t be forgiven. But neither will I.” His lips sealed against yours roughly, dominating the space. You opened up, letting the man take his rising frustrations out. Your free arm wrapped around his neck, gripping at the base of his skull. You moaned lowly as he nipped your lip, big body pressing into your giving flesh.

The priest let go of your arm to move both hands down to your ass, squeezing forcefully. He groaned raggedly, “Fuckin’ Jezebel— Delilah— Been thinkin’ bout that ass since last night. Whore of Fuckin’ Babylon.” You whined at his words, chasing his plump lips eagerly. Father Barnes sucked on your tongue before massaging it with his own. His thick cock pressed into your waist, throbbing hotly.

You moaned, “Wanna suck you off— please.”

He pushed you down quickly. You cried out when your knees hit the wood floor. He jammed two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Saliva filled your mouth as you sucked the best you could. His eyes rolled back and you saw his cock twitch under his dark slacks. The brunette breathed out, “Do it then, do it since you need it so bad. Slutty little thing.”

Trembling hands undid his belt and popped the button. You slid down the zipper and pulled him out with a shaky noise around his unmoving fingers. Drool fell down your chin, dropping onto the floor between your thighs. Your pussy throbbed and clenched in need. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, sucking on the wet digits with a long groan. Your hands held onto the man’s hips as you slid him in your mouth.

You started with kitten licks around his tip before swiping your tongue against the leaking slit, savoring the salty taste. The priest swore and groaned, thighs flexing. Then you started to suck and hollow your cheeks to take him in. His hips thrusted forward and you gagged. Barnes cursed, “Fuck— you’re gonna take this cock like a good girl now. I’m gonna fuck your throat, mhm.” You nodded around his length, sucking air in through your nose.

Tears slid down your face as he eased the hot flesh down your throat. Eventually your body accepted the intrusion and he started an easy rhythm, hips thrusting shallowly. The man let out a weak noise and gripped at your hair. He quickly sped up, the slick noises of your throat heightening. Father Barnes hissed, “Sh-shit you feel good. Damned succubus.” His strokes stuttered when you whined pathetically on a particularly hard jerk of his hips.

You reached a hand down between your legs, shoving your fingers into your panties to get at your swollen clit. He laughed breathlessly, “Yeah pretty girl— come when I fill your whore mouth.” You circled your fingers harder around the sensitive bud, bucking onto your hand. He was earnestly fucking your throat now, you choking on a whimper every other thrust. The man of the cloth fared no better, running a frantic hand through his long hair and softly begging for forgiveness as he let out a particularly high noise.

Barnes cried out, “G-gonna come, fuck, fuck!” He pulled you flush to his pelvis, your nose hitting his wiry curls. You felt him twitch and swell as the man emptied down your throat. You seized up on your fingers and wailed around his dick as you gushed in your panties. The brunette slid out with a whimper as you gasped for breath. Your swollen lips throbbed as you heaved in. The clergyman rubbed a big hand against your cheek.

He looked down at you, pinkened cheeks and hazy eyes making him look like an angel. Barnes demanded softly, “Act of contrition.” You whined a ‘huh’ as he repeated harder, “Say the act of contrition.”

You made another sign of the cross with a weak hand as you hoarsely prayed, “O my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you and I detest all my sins, because I dread the loss of heaven and the pains of hell. But most of all because I have offended you, my God, who are all good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve with the help of your grace, to confess my sins, to do penance and to amend my life. Amen.”

He drawled, “You’re absolved. Come back next week.”

Barnes extended his other hand to help you up. You stumbled like a newborn foal into his broad chest. His stony face eased into a soft smile as he murmured, “Such a good girl. You alright?” You nodded against his chest, worn out from the experience. He kissed your forehead and warned, “No speaking of this. Then maybe I’ll let you come on my tongue next time.”

[late-to-the-party-81]

The Look - Chapter One

AN: Welcome all to my first entry for Hot Bucky Summer. I’m picking up where I left of last year, with a return to Bucky and Joaquín from You bring me closer to God @kingofsorrow20 jumped at the chance to beta this, so gets all my thanks.

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Summary: Now that Bucky and Joaquín are proper boyfriends and not secret FWB, they don’t have to sneak around and have sex in out of the way, but semi-public spaces. However, when Joaquín voices that he misses that aspect and comes up with a solution, Bucky finds that he can’t keep his hands off his baby, just thinking about it.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Word Count: 2k

CW: Mean Dom Bucky Barnes, Sweet Sub Joaquín Torres, Domesticity, Developing relationship, Discussions of exhibitionism, exploring fantasies, Bucky’s dirty talk, Joaquín’s oral fixation, hand job, cum eating, cum as lube, spit as lube, masturbation, facials, dacryphilia, Bucky obsessed with how pretty Joaquín is, dirty pictures, aftercare

Bingos and Challenges: HBS - Week 1 - “Louder, let everyone hear you”/ Screaming or Noisy sex/ Gangbang/ Exhibitionism.

Every so often it really hit Bucky about how much things had changed since he and Joaquín had actually started communicating. Take the present situation, for instance. They were in his Brooklyn apartment, having gotten home from a mission just as the rest of the world was starting its day. After the debrief at the compound, they could have gone to their shared quarters onsite to recover, but together had decided it was worth staying awake a little longer to have the relative privacy later. Admittedly, Quín had dozed - complete with drool - while Bucky had driven, but once they’d gotten to his apartment they’d collapsed into bed and slept for seven hours. They both woke up mid afternoon and, still feeling exhausted, settled down with takeout on the sofa, while RuPaul’s Drag Race played in the background. The show in question was Quín’s guilty pleasure and Bucky found it cute whenever his boyfriend started shouting at the TV. Three months ago, such a scenario wouldn’t have even been on Bucky’s radar as something he might want, but now he’d realised all of the ‘boyfriend stuff’ he’d been missing out on, he couldn’t wait to catch up with it. 

Speaking of cute, despite the fact that Quín had moved in a stash of his belongings, - the look on his face when Bucky had cleared a drawer for him was priceless - he was still cosied up in a pair of Bucky’s sweatpants and one of his large hoodies. And although Quín wasn’t skinny - far from it - when the young army lieutenant put on his clothes it high-lighted just how much broader - thicker - Bucky was. Looking at him, Bucky couldn’t help but lick his lips.

The thing that had really surprised him though, was how much better the sex had gotten. Before ‘the talk’ they’d only ever fucked like animals - rough and dirty - and while they did still do that - boy, did they do that - they now also made love. There was something about teasing Joaquín softly - slowly -, until he cried those pretty tears, that turned Bucky even more feral. And Quín, the beautiful boy he was, would cry out about how much he loved Bucky, never once getting frustrated that Bucky hadn’t yet said it back.

On that note, Bucky knew that he cared deeply for Quín - had done for a while, even before he could admit it to himself - but those three words? He wanted to say them, he really did, but he also wanted to be sure he actually meant them and it wasn’t just lip service. There were days however, when Sam would catch him watching his boyfriend and roll his eyes and tell him to stop making goo-goo eyes at his protege in public. Moments like that made Bucky smile, and he was smiling a lot more these days. 

“Bucky?” Quín’s soft voice, complete with a note of worry? - concern? - embarrassment? - pulled him from his reverie. 

Bucky shuffled across the sofa and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders, drawing him close with a kiss to the top of his head. “What is it, baby? Got something on your mind?”

Quín squirmed a little and picked at some fluff stuck to his thigh. Bucky waited, giving him the time and space to voice whatever it was that seemed to have him a little twisted up. “You know how before,” he eventually started, “we were always… you know…”

”Fucking?” Bucky supplied, with an arched brow and a quirk to his lips.

”Yeah,” Joaquín confirmed, with his own small smile. “How we were always fucking in not so private spaces?”

The memories of trysts in store cupboards and dark corners of the quinjet jumped to the forefront of Bucky’s mind and made his dick twitch in his pants.

”Well, I was thinking that that wasn’t necessarily something we had to stop, just because we aren’t having to keep it secret any more.” Quín looked at Bucky with a sideways glance, obviously trying to check his reaction.

”You wanna go back to sucking my dick in janitors closets?” Bucky tried desperately to bury his amusement - this was obviously something that Quín wanted to discuss, and he owed it to him to take it seriously.

”No, not that,” came the tentative reply. “I was kinda thinking about… in front of other people. In a place where that sort of thing is acceptable. Like a kink club.”

”Oh,”said Bucky, glitching slightly as he tried to process his boyfriend’s request. “You want to be put on display in front of other people and let them see you?”

Quín bit down on his lower lip, stifling a moan, and a grin broke out across Bucky’s face. “Oh, sweetheart, my little exhibitionist slut, you want it so bad don’t you?” He dropped his head and nosed along Quín’s throat, feeling the fluttering of his heartbeat. In an instant, he turned his lover and pressed him back onto the sofa, looming over him. A pathetic, needy whimper left Quín’s lips.

”Would you want them to see how sweetly submissive you are? Let them see how you’ll do anything I tell you? Imagine me making you kneel, and spanking that perfect peach of an ass until it was throbbing in time with your cock? You’d have to count for me, and be loud. I’d want everyone to hear you, so they’d know exactly who was in charge of you. I wonder what else I could do to you?”

“Anything,” Joaquín whispered breathily as he rolled his hips under Bucky’s larger frame, getting lost in the fantasy. “I’d let you do anything.”

Bucky slid his right hand down between them, cupping the bulge in Quín’s - his - sweatpants and his slutty baby gasped at the harsher than necessary pressure. “You’re being very needy, sweetheart. What if I left you like this, all wanting, until I got round to arranging it? It could be next week - it could be a month.” Quín’s eyes fluttered closed and his hips rolled again, likely unconsciously this time. “You’d do it though, if I told you to, wouldn’t you?” Bucky continued. “You’d hate it, not coming, not having my touch, but you’d do it all the same. To be a good boy.”

“Yesss.”

Bucky let go of Quín’s crotch and trailed his hand up his boyfriend’s toned body, sliding it under the hoodie and tee shirt underneath, to tweak at his left nipple. With a gasp, Quín’s eyes shot open again, his body acting as though it had been shocked with electricity. Bucky pinched him again. Harder. Crueller. He could see Joaquín’s eyes start to water, but he didn’t safeword. His baby loved this type of treatment. With the thumb of his left hand, Bucky swiped at an errant tear that had broken free and started to trail down quín’s cheek.

“You gonna cry those pretty tears for me? Pretty tears on a pretty boy?”

The question was entirely rhetorical. Bucky didn’t even give Quín the chance to respond as his left hand then slid further down his sub’s face, and Quín’s lips immediately parted to accept two of Bucky’s fingers into his mouth. His boy immediately began to suck on the metallic digits and Bucky returned his right hand to Quín’s crotch, this time moving it under the sweats and underpants to circle his stiff cock. Joaquín let out a garbled moan and his hips thrust upwards.

“Greedy baby,” Bucky cooed, voice full of condescension. “Fucking my hand and sucking my fingers. How naughty. If you’re like this with just me touching you, imagine if I let other people play with you. How many do you think you could manage? How many loads of cum? Splattering these pretty lips, all over your tits.” He smirked as Quín whined at his words “I don’t think I’d let them have your ass though,” he mused. “That’s all mine.” Quín nodded in agreement around the fingers in his mouth.

Bucky continued his onslaught, his right hand jerking Quín’s cock methodically with a little twist to his wrist that he knew made the younger man see fireworks, and his left hand sawing between Quín’s dusky, puffy lips, pressing down on his tongue and testing his almost non-existent gag reflex. He felt pride well inside him at just how good his boy was being - taking everything he dished out. However, he was also only human, and Bucky knew all his lover’s buttons and how to push them. It wasn’t long before his body started to twitch, pleasure obviously threatening to overwhelm him.

“Open your eyes”, Bucky commanded and the sight of Joaquín’s dark lashes, clumped together with tears, along with the unfocused nature of his gaze almost undid him. “You wanna come, sweetheart?”

Quín let out a loud whine, which Bucky took as a yes. “Such a good boy, waiting for permission. And if I said no, could you hold off?” He knew he was being cruel as his hand continued to move, because he was making Quín wait, just not obviously. Another garbled whine and an accompanying nod, let Bucky know he had his boyfriend just where he wanted him.

“Such a good boy,” he purred. “You can come then. Show me how pretty you are.” He pulled his fingers from Quín’s mouth just so those wonderful noises wouldn’t be muffled. He hadn’t lied before - he loved it when Quín was loud in his pleasure, and he didn’t disappoint. As he came he shouted and garbled in both Spanish and English, his abs tensing and cock spurting out thick white ropes over the sweatpants that Bucky had only pulled down enough to give him access, as well as Bucky’s fingers.

Bucky looked down at his boyfriend - cheeks flushed, brow sweaty, looking totally fucked out - and he sucked his fingers, enjoying the salty, musky taste. His own cock twitched in his pants, refusing to be ignored any longer. He changed his position from kneeling between Quín’s legs to straddling his waist, and pulled his dick from his own sweats. “Just lay there for me, baby,” he commanded and Quín smiled lazily back at him.” Bucky began to strip his cock, his hand flying up and down its length, eased by the mess of saliva and cum still covering his fingers.

“God! Such a beautiful, submissive slut, and you’re all mine, aren’t you? Can’t wait to show you off. Let everyone else see what they’re missing out on.” He could feel his orgasm building in his gut, his balls twitching and drawing closer to his body. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart. Stick that tongue all the way out.” Once again, Quín obeyed him, and with a loud groan, Bucky let his orgasm flow through him and he pumped his cum into Quín’s waiting mouth and over his lips. “Hold it, baby. Don’t swallow yet.” He dug into his pocket with his left hand, clumsily opening the camera and aiming it to take in Quín’s completely fucked out state with his eyes closed in a state of bliss and face painted with Bucky’s spend. With the moment immortalised, he let Quín know he could swallow it all down, and felt another jolt of lust when his boyfriend's tongue came back out to reach the cum that had missed his mouth. He couldn’t help but swipe at the remaining globs with his thumb and press it between Quín’s lips, making sure he got all of it

“How are you so perfect?” Bucky questioned, voice full of wonder, as he clambered off the sofa and scooped Joaquín up in his arms. “Now, let’s go have a bath and get you cleaned up, and then in a bit we can talk properly about this club idea of yours.”

Chapter 2

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[rookthorne]

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It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap — taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➣ Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ➣ Fluff ჻჻჻ SMUT: Dom!James, Sub!Bucky, Sub!Reader, fingering (M + F receiving), unprotected piv ჻჻჻ KINKS: Sergeant, praise, so much dirty talk

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ➣ Well, this got away from me. I blame them, wholeheartedly.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ➣ Cravin' by Stileto, Kendyle Paige

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𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The days blurred together — either you were lazing in the living room, draped across Bucky and James’ laps and watching cheesy rom coms (much to their annoyance), or you were tangled in someone’s arms while the other attacked every last sense you had with touch and filthy words. 

Today was no different, you decided. Especially since you had chosen to combine two deadly forces — Bucky’s red Henley, and James’ favourite set of lingerie. 

The thought of what they were going to do to you made an ache settle deep in your cunt — an impossible to ignore emptiness making itself known. 

Quiet chatter filled the otherwise silent hallway that led to the kitchen, your feet padding on the tiled floor until you came to a stop in the doorway, when the conversation halted. James was leaning against the counter, his chest covered by a black shirt and his arms crossed, holding a steaming cup of coffee. The heat in his gaze as he stared at you pinned you in place. 

The tension was broken by the sound of Bucky’s mug hitting the counter a bit too enthusiastically. You looked at him and smiled shyly. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of grey sweats that hung low on his hips. 

You cleared your throat, and slowly walked forward, stretching your arms out to Bucky for your morning hug. “G’mornin’,” you said as Bucky crushed you to his chest, swaying side to side gently. “Wha’s for breakfast?”

“Kisa, darling,” James started, his tone of forced calm. “Breakfast is you.”

“Oh-” You tried, but yelped when Bucky picked you up with a growl, forcing you to sit on the edge of the counter. “Wait!” 

Bucky grinned wickedly, crowding into your space and forcing your knees apart so they’d rest either side of his hips, making you whimper. The ploy had worked, the combination of their weaknesses had sent them feral. 

“You know what that does to us, sweetheart,” Bucky purred, his grip on your hips bruising with the force. “What d’you say, Jamie? What should we do with such a naughty girl?”

James appeared at Bucky’s shoulder, his chin resting in the juncture of his neck. There was a menacing glint in his bright eyes, and you gulped. “Fuck her, moy d'yavol. You know how she likes it. Make her scream.”

Two identical predatory grins beamed at you, and your breath became laboured, the band around your chest suddenly tightening in the wolves teeth. “I- Oh, god.”

Heat bloomed over your skin as Bucky pounced, attaching his lips to your pulse point with the lethal precision of a wolf hunting a lamb, and sucked feverishly. “Fuck,” you moaned, squirming in his grip. 

“Ah, ah, kisa,” James snapped from somewhere far away, you couldn’t tell, couldn’t breathe under Bucky’s pleasure. “You sit still for us, you want to be a good kitten for us, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah- Please,” you gasped. The sudden pressure of Bucky’s fingers on your thigh made you jolt in surprise. 

“If you destroy her panties, d’yavol,” James started, a low growl in his throat. The lace moved against your skin and you heaved for breath until the fabric sat snug in the apex of your thigh, leaving your cunt bare. 

“I fuckin’ won’t, punk,” Bucky said, a little too smugly. “Fuck you.”

James glared, and you moaned loudly, lost in the feel of Bucky’s fingers as the moved with practised ease over your clit and down- “Fuck, sweetheart, so wet for me already, huh?” You whined in response, growing desperate. “Shh, baby, I’ve gotchu,” he murmured, crowding closer. “Jus’ lemme in, sweetheart, lemme in your tight fuckin’ pussy like a good girl.”

“Bucky! J-James, oh fuck-” You sobbed, the sudden burn of Bucky pushing in and filling you to the hilt was too much, encapsulating you in a scorching heat as Bucky panted into your neck, James cooing right next to you. “Please!”

“Aw, darling, you’re okay,” James whispered, and you watched through hooded eyes as his hand reached for your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over the skin. “You’re taking Bucky so well, such a good girl.”

“Oh, fuck, is she ever,” Bucky groaned. His loose hair tickled your chest as he moved, mouthing and nipping at the skin over your collarbone. “So fuckin’ tight too, god–your cunt is just suckin’ me in, isn’t she?”

“Move, Bucky,” James teased, a brow raised. “Or do you need some incentive?”

“The fuck you mean incentive- Shit!”

It would have been comical, had you been coherent enough to take in the fact that James – the sneaky bastard, had run his hand down Bucky’s back and down his ass, and if going by the cut off whine and stuttered moan Bucky breathed into your neck, was where James’ incentive was coming from. 

“You sonofabitch, Jamie- Good god,” Bucky groaned, his hips grinding into yours and forcing his cock deeper. The action forced a hiccuped moan from your lips and you grabbed Bucky’s shoulders. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re s-so tight.”

James chuckled darkly and stepped closer, his tented sweats pressing tightly against your leg. “He’s not moving, is he, kisa?” Blearily, you looked at James, eyes widening as Bucky shifted and started to thrust shallowly. “I seem to remember telling him he had to make you scream, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” you whined, and James stared at the side of Bucky’s head with a smouldering glare, causing his pace to falter. 

“If you can’t fuck our girl like she deserves, Sergeant,” James growled, that same stare burning even hotter. “Step aside and let me make her scream.”

“Fuck,” Bucky grit out, his hips slamming forward. The force punched a moan from your lungs and you whimpered as he pulled back, only to slide back on the counter when he drove forward again. 

“That’s it, Sergeant,” James cooed, his bicep tensing and relaxing, tensing and relaxing – each tense causing a sharp thrust forward and a moan to fall from Bucky’s lips. “Good boy, keep going–you have your orders, now make her fucking scream.”

“Ah!” The grin brushing against your neck told you the bastard was loving this, and you could only moan with each pump of his cock, each bite and soothing lick on your neck making it so damn hard to breathe. “Bucky, please!” 

“You feel s’good, baby,” Bucky moaned, his breath heavy and hot in your ear. “Like you were jus’ made for me, weren’t you?”

“Us,” James corrected sharply, and Bucky keened, swearing loudly. “Get it right, Sergeant.”

“Stop doing that, you-” A loud gasp cut off Bucky’s retort and you shuddered – James had forced Bucky’s hips forward until he was grinding against that spot so perfectly. “‘M tryin’ to fuck her-”

“Not good enough,” James snapped, and his eyes met yours, something sinister flashing in them with what he saw. “Oh, kisa, is that the spot?” He cooed, his voice much softer. “Did Bucky find it, darling?”

“Need more, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, grabbing Bucky’s shoulders as he bit your neck, soothing it with a kiss. “I wanna cum on your cock, Bucky, please!”

Both Bucky and James moaned at that, and something snapped between them – a renewed energy that you weren’t sure you were ready for. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, his breath hitching as he kissed you hungrily. You tried to follow his lead but you hiccuped at the sudden pressure of James’ fingers against your clit, circling faster and faster- “James! Fuck, she’s- Oh, god!”

“Just sit pretty for us, kisa, darling, be a good girl,” James rasped, a deadly smirk creeping onto his lips. “Let Bucky do the work. I’ll help him just this once.”

“Fucking- God, Bucky! James!” You cried, gasping for air. Bucky was moaning loudly in your ear, and every time James’ fingers curled to brush against his prostate he whimpered, forcing his hips to pound into yours with abandon. “I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna cum on my cock, baby, I wan’ it,” Bucky growled. You could just hear James hum an agreement, speeding his fingers up on your clit so they blurred. “Cum for us, sweetheart, gimme it, c’mon-” Bucky keened, his voice becoming a high, desperate whine. “Need you to cum, soak my cock, baby girl, please- Fuck!”

Sounds dulled around you – all you could hear was the blood in your ears and someone screaming while your body pulled taut and writhed. It was a shock to realise you were the one screaming, taking each and every thrust Bucky gave you. “S’good, sweetheart, tha’s it–good girl, give it to me,” Bucky moaned. “She’s forcin’ me out, fuck, need to stay in your cunt, baby, lemme in.” 

Your high dragged on, drowning you as Bucky kept up the brutal pace. “B-Bucky, please,” you whimpered. 

“Kisa,” James cooed, soft and sweet. “Such a sight you are–isn’t she, Sergeant?”

A low whine built in Bucky’s throat as you twitched through aftershocks, while a cheshire grin split James’ lips. You could just make out the tensing of James bicep, and you smiled lazily as Bucky kept going. “God fuckin’ dammit, James, if you-”

“You made her scream like the good boy you are,” James interrupted, grinning at you as he spoke. “I think he’s earned that reward. Do you agree, darling?”

“Mm,” you breathed, opening your legs just a fraction and tilting your hips. “I want you to cum, gimme it, Bucky.”

“Oh, god!” Bucky choked, panting harshly. “‘M gonna cum, fuck, please–Sweetheart, James, please!”

“Use her, Sergeant,” James growled, sending shivers up your spine. “Cum for me, now, Bucky.” 

A loud shout echoed off the walls just as a warmth filled your cunt, triggering another wave of pleasure that stole your breath. 

On impulse, you grabbed Bucky’s face and held it to your neck, moaning as he bit down again, though it did nothing to quiet the loud moans of him cumming. 

“Easy, Buck,” you whispered, running a hand down his shoulder while he shuddered in your hold. James was still drawing his orgasm out with slow, deep flicks that dominoed into short thrusts into your heat. “Good boy, good boy, breathe.”

Bucky whined quietly and you glanced at James, who stopped and gently pulled his fingers free. “So fucking pretty, both of you,” he rumbled, pulling you into a deep kiss before pulling back and whispering against your lips, “So good for me.” Slowly, he stepped back and rested a hand on Bucky’s lower back.

“That was…” Bucky tried, moving to stand and kissing you on the forehead as he went. “Yeah, you’re in for it now, punk.” The loss of Bucky’s cock made you shiver, but the expression on Bucky’s face as he stared at James set the flames alight again.

“Me?” James raised a brow, a slight smirk on his lips – either apprehension, or arrogance, you couldn’t tell. 

“Yeah, you,” Bucky affirmed, pulling his pants back up and tying the elastic tight. “Run.”

Your laughter echoed in the kitchen as James took off down the hall like a bullet, Bucky on his heels. 

moy d'yavol = my devil

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