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What is a bingo event?
You can check out the fanlore article here, but the gist of it is that you get a bingo board with 24 random prompts (we’ve got like, 51 in our list total, but we might add more) and make a fanwork for any prompt you want to cross off to try and create a line of crossed-off squares across your bingo board. The middle is a “free space” so you can do whatever you want for the overarching theme there!
Which board is which?
X-ray is the one with the x-ray of a bulb in the ass on a black background [left]. Fruity is the one with all the rotting fruit on a pink and white background [right].
Can I do one fanwork that hits multiple prompts?
I’m not a cop and there’s no points and no prize, so you can do whatever you want. If you just like rules, and want some though, how about:
Written fanworks may count for multiple prompts, but must be at least 250 words per prompt you’re crossing off.
Drawn fanworks may count for up to two prompts per sketch, three prompts per lined, and four prompts per fully rendered piece with background, but frankly I think an artist would need to be pretty creative to manage it.
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I mean I’d prefer it but I’m not going to be checking your IDs. That’s going to be between you and whatever platform that you upload your work to.
Will you reblog my work related to this bingo?
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Is there an ao3 collection I can post to?
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If you have a ton of squicks around suboptimal sex though, this might not be the event for you!
What does this prompt mean?
You can interpret the prompts however you want! I’m not a cop!
I did write the prompts to be funny rather than clear, so have a look here to see what I was thinking, if you want, though. Totally optional. You can do whatever you want forever.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Pairing: Stede/Izzy, established Steddyhands
Rating: Explicit
Summary:
“You want me to punish you?” Izzy still sounds sceptical, despite Stede having told Izzy what he wants Izzy to do several times now.
Stede didn’t think it’d take Izzy this long to get on board, so to speak, with this. Surely Izzy would be eager to punish Stede! Well, pretend to punish Stede, obviously. The pretend part is rather essential. “Yes,” Stede says, hands on his hips and maybe a little snippily, but honestly, Izzy is being very difficult. “By spanking me, like I told you!”
Stede just wants Izzy to spank him while Ed is busy elsewhere and make good use of the wooden chair Ed has fixed. Things do not go as planned...
You can interpret them however you want! But, I did write them to be funny rather than clear, so check out my thoughts below, if you want more guidance.
Safewording
What is says on the tin — having to safeword in a BDSM situation. If you’re unfamiliar, it’s like an official time out to say “whoa I need to stop.” Safewords are important and it’s important to be comfortable using them, but also like. Ideally you’re not gonna use them.
Subdrop
Post scene endorphin crash on the part of a submissive partner in a BDSM situation, but frankly it happens outside of that too 😬 and if you’re not in a BDSM situation your jerk boyfriend might say “hey I have to study now thanks for the BJ” and kick you out of his dorm. For random example.
Topdrop
Similar thing but for the top. Hell just check out the BDSM wiki. This pairs great with that tumblr post about subs talking their tops into doing buckwild shit.
Wardrobe malfunction
Idk maybe the sexy lingerie snapped. Maybe the subtle public play got less subtle because your skirt blew up and now everyone knows you’ve got a fox tail butt plug in. Maybe your edible underwear dissolved.
Furniture break
Breaking the bed always SOUNDS sexy but then you’ve got to fix your fucking bed. Or maybe your ikea table didn’t hold up 400lbs of man meat and now you’ve thrown out your back.
Embarrassing ER trip
This could be the classic “lost a dildo without a flared base up the ass” or you could get into more esoteric objects. Or more esoteric sex related injuries.
Capsaicin problems (hot sauce + head)
You ever cut up hot peppers, not wash your hands, and touch your eye? Same effect. Somebody is eating something spicy and goes down on delicate mucous membranes. Could be hand stuff too I suppose!
Awkward dirty talk
I think this is pretty self explanatory. Not everybody is good at dirty talk — also like, it can be one of those things where you have to be in the mood and have aligned tastes.
Someone called the cops on your scene
Did your subs elaborate kidnapping fantasy get too real for bystanders? Did a concerned neighbor overhear screaming? Idk.
Came too soon
You can recover soooo easily from coming too soon if you have like an ounce of suave in you. But plenty of people don’t! And get embarrassed and leave.
Can't get it up / can't get wet
Opposite problem. Maybe your penis-having pal has whiskey dick. Maybe your vagina-having friend has an undiagnosed case of vaginismus!
Theory was hotter than practice
Maybe you saw that move online and thought it would be soooo cool and sexy but then once you tried it out you were just hanging out in a wizard robe that now has pee on it.
Not enough fiber in your diet
We skip prepping for anal in fiction without consequences, but IRL sometimes you see poop when you don’t necessarily want to see poop. Or this could just be straight up about getting diarrhea and having to make a break for it during sex.
Condom break
We’re y’all not fluid bonded? Oops better move up the STD screens. Do yall need to do a plan B run? Do you have all the pieces of that condom or do you need to go fishing?
Just calling to say I have herpes
It’s pretty common and nothing to be ashamed of, but lbr this conversations going to suck and you might feel ashamed.
Lost the handcuff keys
Handcuffs, soooo sexy. Or manacles. Or whatever. But they have overstayed their welcome and now you’re stuck to the bed.
I can't go to work like this!
But you must! Maybe you’ve got too many hickies to hide, maybe you got an inadvisable sex themed tattoo, maybe you’re still stuck in aforementioned handcuffs.
Leaving mid sex
Sometimes the sex is bad enough that you can break through social protocols telling you to avoid hurting their feelings and remember — you can just leave!
Bodies making funny noises
Queefing! Macaroni sounds! Farting sounds! Somebody has bad gas or is really hungry. Bodies are funny.
That's not lube
Maybe you’ve got too many different things in pump bottles next to each other and accidentally grabbed say, the tea tree oil and put that all over an unsuspecting and sensitive mucous membrane.
Roleplaying into a real argument
Something that was said in a scene landed a little too close to home and now we’re fighting.
Faking orgasms
Sometimes it’s the polite thing to do to move things along, but there’s some baggage here.
I came to do sex not therapy
Maybe your partner keeps trying to psychoanalyze you, or they’re legitimately trying to talk about something that hurt their feelings. Either way, that’s not what you’re here for!
Wish you'd get off the phone
There’s so many distractions in this day and age — yeah you’re getting head, but what if that text was important?
Sex toy over promised & under-delivered
Maybe you spent 1k+ on a sybian and found out you don’t like sybians. Maybe you eagerly started jacking it, ready to try out this new toy and it started smoking. Maybe you just can’t cum with this thing.
That's how you get ants (food in the bedroom)
Food in the bedroom! I hope you thought about clean up. Or made sure you weren’t gonna get a yeast infection.
Bad aim (cum)
Oh great, now there’s cum in your [eye/freshly permed hair/grandmothers antique quilt that you don’t know how to clean]
This [PLACE] is too gross to bang in
You came to hook up, but then you saw what their place looked like…. Yikes…
Porn-based expectations
You can’t go ass to mouth without them getting upset?? Choking isn’t okay without talking about it??? They don’t like being called a slut????? He’s not 12 inches????????
Wrong name
People get really upset if you say like, their siblings name in bed. Or your ex’s. Or their ex’s.
Peeping pets
If you lock the door, the dogs gonna wind up scratching and whining and howling. If you don’t, you’re gonna get a surprise threesome by way of an unexpected wet nose at your ass.
Oops I used to bang your [RELATION]
It’s not ideal for a hookup to have slept with other people in your family, but if your date was fucking like, your mom, that’s maybe worse.
Stop talking about my parents
What, you don’t want to think about your folks while getting off?
Lazy partner
Some people actually prefer this in their partners! But some people don’t.
Mid coitus diagnosis
Finally hooked up with that hot MD and he goes “wow these shouldn’t be different sizes”
Bad aim (dick/dildo)
Actually kind of easy to go for the wrong hole if you’ve got more than one down there! Whoops. Could put someone’s eye out with that thing.
Insurmountable size difference
Maybe your eyes were bigger than your asshole when you ordered that dildo? Or maybe Stuart little shouldn’t be hooking up with Colossus.
Zero chemistry coitus
Sometimes the spark just ain’t there.
Accidental somnophilia
Somnophilia refers to a kink for having sex while one party is asleep or sleepy. Accidental could indicate one party fell asleep mid sex, but hey, some people actually initiate sex in their sleep.
Porn dialogue
Sexy plumber roleplay anyone??? Could relate to bad dirty talk.
Tastes funky
Sometimes bodies taste bad. Sometimes your lube does too.
Bad sex playlist
Straight up inspired by that one reddit post of the guy asking if the music he played was that bad.
Unearned confidence
Really awkward when they come in acting like a sex god and can’t deliver.
Only one of us is taking this scene seriously
You finally talk them into founding fathers roleplay and then they don’t even do a modicum of research :(
Let me google this real quick
Maybe the knotwork on your shibari has gotten out of hand. Maybe you need instructions for the fuck machine. Idk.
Inadvisable lay
There’s a variety of reasons you maybe shouldn’t sleep with someone and do anyways. Maybe you just have to see them on the way to work all the time now and they’re not taking a hint and you know what their weird birthmark looks like now.
Suddenly toe sucking (unexpected/undisclosed kinks)
I’m not kink shaming, I just wasn’t expecting that to go there so suddenly!! Some warning maybe! People have different ideas of what’s a totally normal way for things to go.
[RELATION] walking in on you
Hey people are living with their parents later and later!
Should have kept up on cardio
Sex is actually pretty athletic. This could turn into a medical emergency, or maybe we just need to take a break for gatorade and snacks.
[KINK] logistics are too complicated
Sometimes hanging a sex swing necessitates figuring out where a beam is in your ceiling and also maybe you’re supposed to get permission from your landlord, and —
Orgasm disparity
Somebody is getting off way more than somebody else, and not everyone is happy about it.
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Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Bison/Kant
Characters: Kant, Bison
Additional Tags: Bad BDSM Etiquette, Dom/sub, Under-negotiated Kink, Orgasm Denial, Subdrop, Crying, badsexbingo’s Bad Sex Bingo 2025, Grinding, one (1) instance of the word daddy being used in a jojo-honoring way
Summary:
They’re home, and the cats are fed. Kant has let Bison fuck his face, then kept him in mouth until he was ready for a second, sloppy blowjob. It was intimate and homey and should have been perfect, would have been perfect, if not for the nagging fear of another dismissal. Each had landed harder than the next, and now Bison wants to get up, is calling him demanding, and Kant is starting to panic.
“Bison,” he tries. “It’s been two weeks.”
“Sixteen days, actually, I’m impressed.”
(another late entry for @badsexbingo! you can check the collection on AO3 here.)
Ever feel like your porn is maybe TOO sexy? Think this is the right time to break the sexual tension with some humor? Come join in on our fandom-agnostic Bad Sex Bingo!
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ray/Sand
Characters: Sand, Ray
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Cheating, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, mentions of sex under the influence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, badsexbingo’s Bad Sex Bingo 2025, Medical Inaccuracies
Summary:
“I’ve been trying to –” Ray whines.
This time, Sand turns. “To what? Send me more dick pics?”
or: Sand won’t put up with Ray’s bullshit anymore. He won’t. He definitely won’t.
(I am a year late and took a lot of liberties with the prompt, but this was written for @badsexbingo. go check out their blog or their AO3 collection!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ray/Sand
Characters: Sand, Ray
Additional Tags: Hand Jobs, Cheating, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Sexually Transmitted Diseases, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, mentions of sex under the influence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, badsexbingo’s Bad Sex Bingo 2025, Medical Inaccuracies
Summary:
“I’ve been trying to –” Ray whines.
This time, Sand turns. “To what? Send me more dick pics?”
or: Sand won’t put up with Ray’s bullshit anymore. He won’t. He definitely won’t.
(I am a year late and took a lot of liberties with the prompt, but this was written for @badsexbingo. go check out their blog or their AO3 collection!)
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The two most perpetually pent-up Avengers have an agreement.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 5835
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ->(E) Smutty smutty smut, minor gunshot wound.
𝐀/𝐍 -> A FWB oneshot (...Maybe. I have concieved of a prequel.) WinterIron masterlist can be found here!
Check it out below, or on AO3 here! The divider is from yours truly!
Prompts ->
- ‘Sensation Play’ – @anyfandomgoesbingo (Kink),
- ‘Wax Play’ – @anyfandomdarkbingo ,
- ‘Dom/Sub’ – @avengers-assemble-bingo,
- ‘I Came to Do Sex Not Therapy’ – @badsexbingo,
- ‘Dick Pic’, ‘Lingerie’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition),
- ‘Labelled 'Eat Me'’ – Fandom Free Bingo (Gingerbread Edition),
- ‘Intimacy as Self-Care’ – Fandom Free Bingo (Madness May),
- ‘Rough’, ‘Vaginal Sex’, ‘Squirting’, ‘Bucky Barnes’ – @marvelousyahtzee - got my four of a kind with 4 x 6s!
- ‘Restraints’ – @winterironbingo (2025).
Bucky’s hands were shaking.
He’d already sent his message – his calling card. His indicator that he had needs he required to be met, and that the other man should make himself available and sufficiently prepared.
But Tony…
Tony had not text him back.
Tony never failed to text him back.
It started six months prior.
Bucky knew the signs. He’d known Steve, after all, from a younger age and in a time when things like hormone treatments and surgeries were less readily available. Tony might have enough money to purge the internet of his necronym, but he wouldn’t be able to hide forever from those in the know.
And Bucky had his suspicions – had done for a while, by the specific flick of the engineer’s wrist when he tugged on his shirt and the faint line sometimes visible at the shoulder.
But it wasn’t until Tony got caught unaware, his suit blasted off his body in a fight and sending him hurtling to the ground, that Bucky’s theories were confirmed.
He’d never have asked, of course. It wasn’t his business.
But when Tony stood, panic freezing his features at the tear across his shirt revealing a mid-length binder, Bucky had reacted. He pulled off his own shirt without hesitation and tossed it to the man stiff with discomfort and uncertainty, barely sparing a glance to his teammate before throwing himself back into the fray.
It wasn’t until later that night that Bucky had a knock on his door and opened it to find the engineer stood sheepishly on his threshold that they interacted again, the soldier’s freshly laundered shirt folded and grasped uncertainly in Tony’s hands.
“Thanks… For this. I’d… I… Thanks,” he muttered, pushing the shirt into Bucky’s hands and turning to leave.
“I know, you know,” Bucky murmured back, his voice gentle, and the engineer paused without looking back. “I didn’t think it was my place to bring it up, but… You’re not the first person I’ve known who… Is like you. It’s your business, of course, but if you need anything… You know where I am.”
Tony hesitated briefly before turning once more, eyeing the soldier uncertainly for only a heartbreak, rocking lightly on the balls of his feet before he closed the distance, his mouth on Bucky’s before the taller man could react.
When they broke apart, both panting lightly, Bucky had stared. “What- Tony, what are you-”
“Nobody else here knows,” Tony ground out, his jaw tight. “I need… Look, it’s nothing to do with you. Anyone would do. I just need…” His whine was almost imperceptible as he crushed his mouth back to the soldier’s, and Bucky had understood.
He had said anything, after all.
And on it had gone. They’d devolved, over time, from innocuous ‘Are you around?’ and ‘Fancy a movie?’ to ‘My place, ten minutes’, and eventually to wordless images.
Bucky tapped once more on the chat, scowling at the single grey tick – delivered, but not read.
His own cock, achingly hard and encased in his own metal fingers, felt almost taunting on his screen, and he scowled, navigating away from the one-sided conversation.
He didn’t need Tony. It was the 21st century. He had the internet and his own right hand.
He didn’t need Tony.
Right?
By the time Bucky had given up, he was annoyed, frustrated, and about ready to cut ties with Tony, at least regarding the specific dynamic they’d developed. He’d dropped everything for the engineer on multiple occasions – they’d never laid out the rules of engagement for their arrangement, but it was the way it had always been. For Tony to leave him high and dry was infuriating.
And, if Bucky was being honest with himself… Concerning.
Only once had Tony not immediately appeared when he’d been summoned this way. He’d been out on a mission, and Bucky had received a rapid response stating that fact, along with an ETA – and, true to his word, the other man had turned up at his door barely an hour later, still sweaty and breathless, apologising for the delay as he kicked his shoes off and fell to his knees.
Bucky didn’t mind if he was busy. He minded being ignored.
When one hour turned into two, Bucky began to admit to himself that he was worried.
It was as the third approached that he finally received a response. Despite his intentions to be perceived as suave and laid-back, Bucky found himself diving on his phone as it chimed, quickly navigating to his chat – and th single word response that waited for him.
‘Sorry.’
With a scowl, Bucky tapped out a reply, deleted it, considered, then retyped. Fuck it.
‘Where were you?’
‘Mission. Incident.’
‘You couldn’t have said as much? Isn’t that what FRIDAY is for?’
The dots appeared, then vanished – appeared, then vanished.
‘Wasn’t possible.’
Bucky hesitated, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
‘... You okay?’
Once again, Tony seemed to begin replying before stopping. Bucky’s fingers began to drum on the bedding as his impatience – and concern – rose.
‘Be back soon. Meet me at my rooms?’
Bucky’s brow furrowed, unable to ignore Tony’s avoidance of the question, and ran a hand over his face before responding.
‘Sure.’
Bucky was on the sofa when the elevator doors opened, aiming for nonchalance as he stared blankly at his cell – but the scent of blood in his nose had his head snapping around, getting to his feet immediately. “Tony?”
The smaller man smiled weakly, three steri-strips intersecting his cheekbone. “Hey.”
“What the fuck...” The soldier had hurdled the sofa before he had time to think, cupping Tony’s jaw gently and examining his face. “What the fuck?”
“I’m fine,” Tony grumbled, pulling his head away carefully. “Just a few scratches.”
“What happened?” Bucky snapped, eyes narrowing. Tony didn’t answer, opting instead to move around the soldier towering over him, pouring himself a drink slowly.
“Shot down. Hit the ground wrong... Suit was destroyed. I’m fine, but...” Tony grimaced, taking a long sip before continuing. “Should have taken a spare. Had to go back to the jet and twiddle my thumbs...” He scowled, pushing a hand through his hair, and sighed. “I had no idea you’d messaged until I was back at the compound getting patched up. I’m sorry.”
Bucky blinked in surprise at the apology, moving closer to the engineer once more. “I'm glad you’re okay,” he muttered, reaching out once more to skim the pad of his thumb softly along the smaller man’s cheek, carefully avoiding his injury. “I... I was worried.”
“A few scrapes,” Tony pressed again, leading gently into the hand. “I’m good. I can still-”
“We don’t have to.”
Tony blinked in surprise at the interruption, then arched an eyebrow, smirking. “And if I want to?”
Bucky swallowed, feeling his cock twitch longingly. “I... Suppose I can accept that.”
Tony excused himself to take a shower, informing his guest to make himself comfortable.
After the last several months, Bucky knew what that meant.
Their dynamic had always been very... Specific. Tony, a perfectionist who controlled every aspect of his life, was only too happy to surrender to the soldier behind closed doors – while Bucky had spent enough of his life being controlled, and had no desire to feel that way again. Toys, ropes, cuffs and floggers had a place in their encounters – and many more beside – and Tony had yet to shy away from anything Bucky had asked of him.
Bucky set to work securing ropes around the bedposts, setting out his tools on the drawers by the beside with a quiet, thoughtful hum, listening to the patter of the shower and feeling himself harden further at the thought of the engineer’s body, slick and nude...
By the time the bathroom door opened, Bucky was aching, having already stripped down to his boxers. The sight of Tony, damp and tousled and clad in shorts and a t-shirt, brought a low, rumbling growl of longing into his chest.
“Here,” he muttered, cooking a finger at the engineer. Tony obliged immediately, gazing up at the soldier through pupils blown wide, his lips parted slightly. Bucky trailed the metal of his thumb over Tony’s lower lip, then swallowed, shifting his hand to the smaller man’s shoulder. “You made me wait... So now, I will make you wait. On your knees.”
Tony didn’t hesitate, sinking to kneel before the taller man, fingers twitching with desire. “Is this what you want, sweet boy?” Bucky purred, running a hand through Tony’s hair and tugging gently. “To be treated like the pretty little whore you are, hm?”
Tony nodded weakly, lips parting further. “Yes, Sir,” he murmured, gaze flicking to the bulge straining in the soldier’s boxers. “Please.”
Bucky smiled softly, tucking a thumb in the edge of his boxers to push them down slowly. “Such a good boy…” he breathed, watching the engineer’s pupils grow wider with desire as his cock sprang free. “You know what to do.”
Tony fell upon him eagerly, fingers curling around his hips as he took the length deeply between his lips, muffling his whines. Bucky let out a soft sigh of pleasure, his head falling back. He knew it wouldn’t take long in his current state for Tony’s talented tongue to draw out his orgasm, and accepted his fate, letting the engineer take him eagerly.
When a hand snaked between his thighs to caress his tender balls, Bucky grunted, the fingers in Tony’s hair growing tighter, his hips moving of their own volition. “Fuck, that’s it, pretty boy,” he growled, driving himself deeper into the engineer’s throat. “Take it all like a good slut, and maybe I’ll fuck you, just like you like…”
Tony worked himself harder on the soldier’s throbbing cock, tongue massaging needily, and when his eyes rose to meet Bucky’s, the taller man groaned, the sight of his eager submissive mewling around his length driving him over the edge without warning. With a stuttered grunt, he buried himself one final time between Tony’s lips, gazing admiringly as his plaything swallowed desperately, eyes watering from the volume of his load.
With a soft sigh, he drew back at last, his steadily softening cock twitching and sensitive. “Good boy…” Bucky purred, releasing his grip to stroke the engineer’s hair tenderly. “On the bed, hm? I think you’ve waited long enough…”
Tony grinned and stood, then paused, hesitating. “… I… I’ve… I’d like to show you something.”
Bucky blinked in surprise, one eyebrow raising. “Oh? Is that so?”
Blushing gently and uncharacteristically shy, Tony nodded, gesturing to the edge of the bed. “Will you… Can you sit?”
Surprised and intrigued, Bucky found himself obeying without question. Tony never attempted to ask for anything – save in gasped pleads and whines – in this dynamic, and, despite himself, Bucky was curious, letting the engineer take the lead, if only for a moment.
With pink cheeks, Tony approached the panel on the wall and fiddled quietly, letting out a trembling exhale when his characteristic rock music started playing overhead. His hips twitched, and Bucky swallowed.
Is he going to…?
Tony turned back to face the soldier, eyes lowered shyly, and shifted a little more as his fingers found the lower edge of his shirt.
Holy shit, he is.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” Bucky groaned breathlessly, leaning back on his hands to admire the display as he felt his cock begin to stir once more.
“Is this good?” Tony murmured, revealing a sliver of skin over his hip as his body rolled subtly in time with the beat, and Bucky nodded mutely, his gaze locked on the engineer’s fingers.
“Good,” he muttered eventually, gulping as another few inches were revealed. Tony was moving closer gradually, the sculpted muscles of his stomach almost within reach as Bucky had a pang of realisation.
It wasn’t often that Tony let Bucky see him shirtless without his binder on – but the easily-identifiable hem was absent from the engineer’s upper stomach, and he showed no signs of slowing. The soldier’s eyes flicked up, blue meeting brown, and he grew quietly serious, sitting forward a little.
“You don’t have to,” he murmured gently, but Tony only smiled.
“I want to,” he replied, shrugging. The engineer seemed sure of his choice – even if slightly nervous – and so Bucky simply nodded, settling himself back once more.
When Tony turned his back to pull the shirt over his head, Bucky whimpered quietly. Instead of the bare skin of his back as Bucky had expected, the pale flesh lightly accented with scars was bisected by a thin length of black lace beneath his shoulder blades. “Tony- you didn’t have to- you never have to-”
“I want to,” Tony breathed once more, dropping his shirt to the floor without turning. “I’ve… Been considering it for a while, but I thought I’d save it for a special occasion. I figure an apology is a good one… Don’t you think?”
As he asked, Tony turned, thumbs tucked into the edge of his shorts, the flush from his cheeks spreading down his throat. Bucky deliberately kept his eyes trained on the engineer’s face, but Tony chuckled, shaking his head fondly. “You can look at me, Bucky. I want you to look at me.”
Almost reluctantly, Bucky’s eyes trailed lower. The lace covering Tony’s small breasts was partially see though, his nipples standing firm against the sheer fabric, and Bucky let out a quiet groan, fingers twitching as his mouth watered with longing. The sounds Tony made on the occasions he asked Bucky to touch him there were unholy, and Bucky always longed for more.
“Like what you see, Soldier?” Tony purred, one hand trailing back up to cup his chest teasingly as Bucky nodded silently. He watched in awe as the smaller man’s talented fingers tweaked a nipple, earning a soft mewl of delight from the engineer, and fought the urge to move closer. “Wanna see the full set?” he offered, tugging lightly on the hem of his shorts. Again, Bucky could only nod, stunned into silence by the confidence and boldness of the man before him, his cock already leaking steadily at this display of self-love.
A low moan of longing escaped him as Tony turned once more, bending to push down his shorts. The lace disappeared in a thin line between the smooth, sculped curves of his ass – and when he faced the soldier once more, he presented a small triangle of translucent fabric that barely covered a freshly shaved pussy. More inviting than that, however, was the words ‘Eat me’ inscribed in swirling pink across the front – a demand Bucky couldn’t wait to take advantage of.
“Well… What do you think?” Tony offered, chuckling shyly, his fingers idly finding his short hair and tugging nervously.
“I think you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Bucky replied quietly, his voice hushed and reverent. Tony blushed, and Bucky extended a hand to him, leading the younger man closer when he took it. “Can I touch you?” he murmured, pulling Tony to straddle his lap and humming gratefully at the other man’s eager nod.
“Anywhere you like,” Tony agreed, lacing his arms around Bucky’s neck to rock his hips teasingly against the hard cock beneath him. “I’m all yours, Soldier.”
With a quiet groan of delight, Bucky ran a gentle hand up the subtle curve of Tony’s waist, delighting in the breathless moan he elicited when his palm cupped the engineer’s scantily clad breast tenderly. His mouth met Tony’s once more, drawing back frequently to relish in the whines of pleasure he earned as his fingertips teased a nipple playfully. The man astride him ground down a little more intently, and Bucky let out a low, throaty chuckle.
“I can feel how wet you are for me, sweet boy…” he purred, his free hand finding the engineer’s hip to press him against his cock, his tip nudging the slick material between his thighs with a rumble of delight. “So eager, as always…”
“Yes,” Tony breathed, head falling back, pressing his chest harder against the soldier’s hand. “God, please…”
“Want me to fuck you, pet?” Bucky murmured, ducking his head to press open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin of the engineer’s throat – then drew back in surprise and mild panic when Tony shook his head.
“I… I want you to eat me,” Tony whispered, tapping a finger lightly against the words emblazoned across his crotch. Bucky could only blink for a moment, startled. In their time together, Tony had been reluctant to be touched there – only his cock had entered the engineer’s eager hole, and Bucky had never pressed the issue, nor shown any indication that he wanted more, and both had seemed more than satisfied with that arrangement.
“You do?” Bucky repeated, one eyebrow arched. “I’m not objecting – I’m just surprised… Are you sure this is what you-”
“I came to do sex, not therapy,” Tony interrupted gently, his fingertips idly spinning a lock of hair at the nape of Bucky’s neck. “I want you to do everything… Make me feel good, Bucky. Please…”
Swallowing, Bucky nodded, one arm wrapping around the smaller man’s waist to lift him easily, turning to pin him to the bed. “I’m going to make you scream,” he vowed softly, eyes ablaze. Tony had never left their encounters feeling dissatisfied – his own right hand had taken care of that problem, working himself eagerly as Bucky had fucked him. But Tony was certain that Bucky could make him feel far more; particularly if the soundproofing he’d been forced to have fitted to the soldier’s room following noise complaints had been anything to go by.
Bucky made short work of the bra, lowering his mouth with only the barest hesitation to one erect nipple, earning a yelp of delight as he nipped firmly. Tony’s hands wrapped in his hair, holding the older man close to him, his legs wrapping automatically around the hips pressed flush to his own. No sooner was he happily squirming beneath the soldier, however, than Bucky drew back, hands finding his waist to move him further up the bed.
“Do you trust me?” he asked softly, brushing his lips lightly against the engineer’s, who nodded without hesitation.
“Yes,” he replied, a hint of admittance in his voice. “I do. Please, Bucky.”
The soldier wasted no time – he snagged the smaller man’s wrists in one hand, tying each to the ropes attached to a bedpost and kneeling back to admire his handiwork. Tony was splayed out and panting lightly, his eyes aglow, bare except for the sheer and noticeably-damp underwear barely concealing his pussy.
“You shaved, too,” Bucky noted, smirking, trailing a fingertip slowly over Tony’s nipple, making his lazy way down the engineer’s abdomen as it trembled in time with his rapid, aroused breaths, and Tony nodded.
“Wanted to,” he repeated, thighs pressed together and rubbing slightly. Bucky smirked, curling his fingertip in the edge of the fabric.
“Suits you… Makes you look even sluttier, pet,” he purred, and pulled the underwear down Tony’s thighs. The engineer shivered with pleasure and nervous, his eyes on the soldier as Bucky lowered himself to his chest. “You have such a pretty pussy… Always wondered if it tastes as sweet as it looks…” Bucky mused aloud, his fingertip trailing just short of Tony’s wet heat. Tony let out a quiet mewl and shifted needily, chasing the contact and earning a soft laugh. “So needy! Say please, sweet boy.”
“Please!” Tony gasped immediately, his legs parting further, offering himself eagerly to the soldier. “Please- fuck, please, make me feel good, Bucky, please, Sir, I need you-”
The begs cut off in a deafening moan as a tongue travelled the length of him, groaning in pleasure at the taste of Tony’s juices, before lips latched tenderly around his clit, suckling lightly. “Oh, God – oh, fuck, Bucky, fuck!”
The soldier chuckled against him, making the engineer jerk in pleasure, his eyes moving to meet the younger man’s as a finger brushed inquiringly against his leaking hole. Tony nodded frantically, attempting to press himself closer, and mewled when Bucky pressed the digit inside him, the slow movement of hand and tongue making him see spots. “Oh fuck, Bucky… Please, Sir, that’s so- so good, please, I want more…”
Bucky smirked around the clit between his lips, gently easing a second finger in beside the first and working the engineer patiently, despite Tony’s needy squirming. Bucky’s free hand spanned his abdomen to hold him still, licking and sucking eagerly, fingers curling inside the younger man with practiced precision, probing and testing until he found the location that made Tony cry out.
“Fuck! Please- please, oh- Please, Sir, just there- I want- I need-”
“I know what you want, sweet boy…” Bucky purred, drawing back for just a moment to address his writhing plaything. “Let it all go for me, handsome. Don’t hold back, okay? I want you to know just how good I can make you feel…”
Tony forced his taut muscles to relax, lying compliant and dripping beneath the soldier’s ministrations, straining not to chase the high he could feel inching its way toward him. Without warning, a third finger pressed inside him, the lips around his clit latching firmer, the tongue against him moving more intently as the soldier’s hand gained speed. Instinctively, the engineer began to clench, to attempt to hold the digits inside him deeply, until the thumb lightly caressing his abdomen reminded him to let go and trust that Bucky could make him feel incredible.
The lewd sounds of Bucky’s hand against his wetness was embarrassing and arousing in equal measure, and the engineer’s legs fell further, offering more of himself to the man between them. When Bucky’s fingers began to curve inside him, Tony wailed, hands grasping instinctively at the older man’s hair.
“Fuck- Bucky, Sir, yes, just there, I- I’m- I’m-”
The hand on his abdomen shifted to his hip, pulling the stammering man closer, burying both face and hand deeper between his thighs in wordless encouragement. Tony’s back arched automatically as he cried out, hips jerking, his eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure as he felt his pussy flood around the fingers moving inside him. Bucky drew back long enough only to lap needily at the engineer’s juices before returning to his mission, drawing another convulsion and another desperate gush from Tony as he sobbed with euphoria.
On and on the soldier worked, keeping Tony at this incredible new height until he had nothing left to give, the younger man trembling with the effort and oversensitivity as the soldier finally let his hips fall back to the bed, removing his hand and lowering his face to trail his tongue gently over the engineer’s overstimulated pussy. “Such a good boy,” he crooned, glancing up with eyes alight. “I knew I could make this pretty cunt squirt for me…”
Tony blushed slightly, a lazy smile gracing his features. “You did?” Bucky shifted to sit beside him, running a gentle hand over the younger man’s stomach.
“I did... But I’m not done with you yet,” he added, smirking. “You’re going to beg for me to do it again before the end of the night.”
Tony swallowed, his hands curling around the ropes in nervous excitement. “Okay...” he whispered, swallowing dryly.
By the time Tony’s ankles were secured, spreading his body out flat to the bed, Bucky was achingly hard once more, straining against his boxers and already looking forward to finally burying himself in the man tied up and at his mercy.
But first… He liked to play with his toy for a little while.
Bucky turned the lights down, making Tony blink in surprise. It wasn’t often that the atmosphere of these encounters felt romantic – and the engineer highly doubted that it was what the soldier was going for this time, either. Though watching the silver-armed man light candles, Tony was suddenly uncertain, eyeing the other apprehensively. “…Sir?”
“Hush, pet,” Bucky purred, sitting beside the smaller once more, a tall handle still gripped in his hand. Tony could only watch in confusion as the flickering flame moved closer – but it wasn’t until the candle started to tip that the restrained man understood, eyes growing wide. The dominant flicked his own gaze to Tony’s, seeking clarification. They’d discussed the possibility once or twice, but Bucky always double checked before he did anything new – as casual as their relationship was, he was always certain not to do anything that the younger boy didn’t want. He’d spent enough of his life being used to cause pain to others, and he had no desire to make that choice for himself.
When Tony nodded softly, apprehensive but excited, Bucky let his fingers tip the candle a little further, and the engineer couldn’t help but hold his breath as he watched the flame eat away at the lip, the bead at the top slowly growing, trembling under its own weight until it finally fell.
Tony couldn’t help it – he moaned aloud as the drop met his abdomen, spreading over the skin in a small splash of heat. The sensation stung slightly, but only just; more significant was the warmth that make his skin sing, active and alive.
Bucky smirked, running a finger through the quickly-cooling mark. “Yes?”
“Yes, Sir,” Tony echoed quickly, gripping tight to the ropes. “Yes.”
Bucky chuckled quietly, letting a few more drops spill onto the engineer’s skin in quick succession, trailing a line towards his chest. When the first hit the inside of his breast, Tony let out a low whimper – but his back arched closer, breathing coming heavier, betraying his pleasure. “Please- oh, God…”
The soldier let his free hand slide over Tony’s wax-splatted abdomen slowly, feeling the heat radiating from between his legs, and smirked. “So pent up again already, hm? You like having your pretty pussy on display for me, is that it? Legs spread wide, showing off how wet you are…” Bucky’s fingers slipped either side of the engineer’s twitching clit, earning a quiet whine of longing, but the older man steadfastly ignored the aching hole offered to him, massaging the swollen skin just outside his slick heat. “Tell me what you want, sweet boy.”
Another drip, and Tony mewled pitifully, fighting against his binds in a desperate attempt to press himself closer, whining when he found himself unable to make the soldier’s hand meet his wetness. “Please- please touch me, Sir…” he gasped, hips twitching. With a soft, curious hum, Bucky let his fingers cup the engineer’s pussy gently, feather light as he trailed his palm along Tony’s slick heat. Tony let out a weak sob, tugging futilely against his restraints. “Please!”
“Tell me what you want,” Bucky growled, three quick drops meeting Tony’s skin and making him squirm desperately.
“I want- I want your fingers inside me again! Please! You- you made me feel so good, I want- Please!” Tony wailed, and Bucky smirked as he felt the younger man’s wetness spread against his skin at the mere thought. With a soft, satisfied sigh, Bucky slid two fingers inside his waiting, mewling pet, earning a sharp groan and a view of the engineer’s exposed throat as his head fell back. “Oh God, yes- yes, please…”
The fingers worked inside him skilfully, and Bucky carefully put his candle aside, dropping his head to Tony’s throat, nipping and sucking lightly, while Tony could only gasp for breath, shivering with delight. “I know what you want…” he breathed, teeth skimming Tony’s ear. “But I won’t – not until you beg, just like I said. But I’ll give you the choice…” His fingers flexed, and Tony groaned, feeling the motion deep inside himself. “Would you rather beg to squirt on my fingers, or would you like to squirt on my cock?” A thumb found his clit, making him cry out frantically. “Would you rather soak my arm, or drench my cock until I fill you up like the needy slut you are?”
With a breathless wail, Tony squirmed, tears of pleasure pricking his eyes. “Please- Please, Sir. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!” He sobbed softly when the fingers left his dripping hole, leaving him empty and clinging to nothing – but he grew still and silent when Bucky freed his feet once more, letting the engineer’s knees bend and his hips jerk longingly.
“No – no, I want you, I want to feel you, please,” Tony grunted when Bucky reached for the condom, making the older man raise his eyebrows. Both men were clean – they’d been with nobody else since taking their last tests – but they’d always decided that the risk of ‘other complications’ was too high.
But here was Tony, naked and soaked and squirming, and who was Bucky to deny him what he wanted?
Tony shivered as Bucky knelt between his parted thighs, trembling with longing, his hips shifting against the bed. Considering briefly, Bucky pulled his shirt over his head, drawing a deeper flush from the engineer even as his green eyes roamed over the newly exposed skin. But the feel of the soldier’s tip pressing against him, warm and probing and needy, made him grow still once more, swallowing. “Please…”
With a long, low grunt, Bucky pressed himself inside the man spread beneath him, revelling in the soft whines and quiet whimpers falling readily from Tony’s lips as he gasped in pleasure. “That’s it, sweet boy… So fucking tight…”
Bucky buried his cock inside the engineer with a shuddering groan, lids flickering and betraying his ecstasy, one hand curling around the younger man’s hip to hold him close. “Keeping me waiting like that… Had to take matters into my own hands,” he muttered, eyes flashing with the last dregs of an annoyance long overtaken by concern. He drew back slowly, relishing in the feeling of the wet heat clinging greedily to his length, and grunted softly. “Nothing quite as good as this pretty pussy, though, is there? Like you were made just for me…”
Tony whimpered and nodded eagerly, squirming, hips jerking in a desperate attempt to drive the soldier deeper once more. “All yours- all for you, please…”
“You know better than to keep me waiting again, I expect,” Bucky noted, a warning growl at the edge of his tone, painstakingly slow as he pressed his way further inside the engineer once more. “I hope you’ve learnt not to be so reckless as to get yourself injured, knowing that I’m waiting for you…”
Distantly, both men were aware that this sounded almost like caring – almost like a relationship, with one expressing his worry for the other, and the subconscious notion had Tony’s hands straining against the ropes, seeking to pull the man above him closer, to hold him close and offer reassurance. Instead, he could only wrap his legs tighter around the soldier, pinning him close. “I’ll- I’ll be more careful,” he vowed softly, tears of pleasure pricking at his eyes. “I’ll be more careful. Please, Sir…”
“What do you want, pet?” Bucky purred, leaning a little closer, letting his cock press further inside the man beneath him, his fingers shifting from his hip to tease their way along his abdomen. “Tell me what you want from me. Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll show mercy.”
“I-I…” Tony stammered and blushed, the words dying in his throat – but Bucky drew back once more and drove himself home roughly as his hand found the engineer’s sensitive clit, earning a cry of delight from the younger man. “Please! God, fuck me, please, Sir- Please, make me squirt for you, you’re so good to me- so, so good, please, please, I-”
The pleads and gasps trailed off into rapturous moans as Bucky set up a punishing pace, the wet sound of their bodies meeting bringing colour to Tony’s cheeks even as his spine arched in ecstasy, driving the soldier deeper. Any semblance of language was lost when Bucky buried his face in Tony’s throat, nipping and sucking, leaving colourful smudges of ownership in his wake as his plaything writhed with pleasure.
“Please, Sir- Fuck, I’m gonna- I can’t-”
No sooner had Bucky muttered his permission against the soft skin beneath the engineer’s ear than Tony was jerking beneath him, his body unravelling as he soaked the sheets, the pressure inside him building to unimaginable levels. But the soldier neither stopped nor slowed, simply letting the smaller man’s juices coat his skin as he continued to fuck him roughly, driving Tony ever higher even as his eyes rolled back sightlessly.
“Fuck, that’s it – so fucking wet for me, soaking my cock like a good whore, hm? Fuck, that’s it, sweet boy – gonna make me come,” Bucky grunted, his hand finally slowing and stopping to grip Tony’s hip once more, driving himself harder into the man beneath him.
“Please,” Tony sobbed, shuddering with the force of his climax. “Please, fuck – come inside me, please… Fill me up, Sir. I’m all yours – I need you…”
Tony trailed off with a soft whimper, broken and ragged and pure carnal pleasure, and the sound was enough to drag Bucky over the edge, burying himself to the hilt with a grunt, his hips twitching firmly against Tony’s as he emptied himself inside the younger man’s dripping hole.
“Fuck…” Bucky panted, head falling forward, his blue eyes dancing with lust and affection as they found the wide green depths staring up at him. “Fuck… So good. So good for me, sweet boy.”
Both men let out a hiss of overstimulated sensitivity as Bucky slowly drew back, the taller man shifting to his knees and assessing the mess beneath them with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You go and grab a shower – I’ll deal with your sheets.”
By the time Tony had been untied and padded off to the bathroom, the shower audible to Bucky’s enhanced hearing despite the door between them, the soldier had caught his breath and stretched out his cooling muscles. Humming quietly, he got to his feet, moving soundlessly through the apartment as he hunted for fresh linens.
Tony emerged encased in fluffy towels just as Bucky was smoothing the pillowcases, half-turning at the sound of the door and smiling softly at the sight of his lover looking so vulnerable. “Hey. The bed’s all sorted for you, so I’ll, uh… I’ll get out of your hair.”
“You can stay, if you like.”
It was an offer Tony always made, his voice flat and unenthusiastic, an act of societal nicety – but this time he paused, his eyes sliding to Bucky’s uncertainly, making the soldier hesitate.
“I should go,” Bucky murmured, following the script – but, like the engineer, his performance was off, reluctance edging his tone.
Tony faltered, letting the moment typically punctuated by his noise of agreement pass in silence. “… You don’t have to,” he breathed, turning away to busy himself rifling through a drawer as his ears tinged pink.
Bucky blinked in surprise, then found himself nodding. “I… I think I’d like that.”
Art had been looking for an opportunity to talk to Tashi all day. He finally found an opening when they went to their bedroom to finish packing for the challenger.
“Can we talk about Atlanta?”
She kept on folding her shirts. “Sure. You mean your practice schedule this week?”
Art barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “No. I mean about Patrick.”
Tashi froze when Art said his name.
Read the rest on AO3. It's based on a prompt posted for the candy hearts exchange, but I finished it for @badsexbingo (Art comes too soon) and the Late Treats Bonanza.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Winter x Greg (Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character)
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> After Tony learns the truth of his parents' demise, he makes it his mission to destroy the Winter Soldier.
Fortunately, the Soldier has someone on his side.
Or: Bucky's time in Russia serves him well.
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 4620
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (E) Post-Civil War strife, hunted man, gagged and dragged. Smut.
𝐀/𝐍 -> For my sweet sailor - a German of a different kind, though just as magical.
Please read the warnings. Check it out below, or on AO3 here!
- ‘Face Fucking’, ‘Oral Sex’, ‘Standing Sex’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Flight Edition);
- ‘Rough Sex’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Flight Edition);
- ‘Last of Your Kind’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Frosty Edition);
- ‘Crush or Gender Goals?’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Gingerbread Edition);
- “Were You Spying on Me?!” – Fandom-Free Bingo (Gingerbread Edition);
- ‘Saved By a Beautiful Stranger’, “What Did I Tell You? Quiet as a Mouse.” – Fandom-Free Bingo (Tolkien Edition);
- ‘Forest Birds’ – Fandom-Free Bingo (Tolkien Edition);
- “I’m Sorry, Who Are You?”, ‘Giving Themselves Up or Keep Coming Back’ – @julybreakbingo (6x6);
- ‘Dry Orgasm or Wet and Messy’ – July Break Bingo (Summer).
Even in my speed, I made less sound than my pursuers. But they had the advantage - the chopper overhead tracked my body heat, driving the circle of gun-toting militants ever closer.
Goddamn Stark and his money…
I was no stranger to being on the run. I’d evaded armies and governments and mercenaries, and I’d put down more targets than I could count – or even remember – without attracting a scrap of attention.
But I’d never had a furious, vengeful billionaire baying for my blood before now.
The forest birds grew quiet as my armed noose tightened, their attempts at silence making my eyes roll despite the danger.
Until a hand clasped over my mouth, pulling me bodily against a hard chest as I struggled, boots kicking up dry leaves.
“Stop,” a quiet, accented voice growled in my ear. “They will find you.”
No matter how I struggled and strained, I was helpless, eyes widening in panic as a horrified realisation dawned.
Someone must have figured it out.
The only person who had been a match for me a battle of strength since HYDRA had toyed with me was Steve – until now.
If anyone had the resources and intelligence to do it, it would be Howard Stark’s son…
The arm around my waist tightened and I stumbled as they pulled me backwards, supporting my body weight effortlessly when I lost my footing. Branches and brambles tore at my clothes, probing and snagging, and I grunted against the palm over my mouth when thistles scraped against the mangled stump at my shoulder.
I hissed in surprise as I was pulled downwards, dragged into a dank hole in the ground, wet earth scoring along the back of my calves. The spot of sunlight receded as I was forced into the dark, the sounds of my pursuers becoming muffled, my feet shifting in an effort to find purchase and halt my unanticipated descent.
My heel snagged on a root and my captor sprawled as I was jerked free, biting hard on the inside of my cheek to keep from growling as pain flared through my ankle. No sooner had I fought my way to my feet, however – scrambling in the darkness – than fingers closed around the injured site, followed by a body covering mine as I was pulled flat once more, pressing me into the earth and filling my nose with the scent of wet dirt.
“Enough,” they spat, a knee on the base of my spine holding my wriggling form down. “I am trying to help. Stop fighting me.”
“Let me go – face me like a man,” I snarled, struggling to free my arm from where our combined weight had pinned it beneath me.
“I am not interested in fighting you!” they snapped, a hand finding the space between my shoulder blades to halt my squirming. “I am saving your life – if you would only let me!”
Tired from straining against this seemingly immovable mass – and reluctantly acknowledging that the only harm that had been done here was that which I’d caused myself in my struggling – I slowly fell still, panting hard against the dirt. “Fine. Just- Get off me.”
They waited for a moment longer, seeming weighing up any possible risk I posed, before slowly shifting their weight from me, allowing me to drag myself into an uncomfortable sitting position, squinting into the darkness. Despite my enhanced eyesight, the sun was too distant to make out anything more than a vaguely humanoid shape, crouching opposite in the narrow tunnel.
“Who are-”
They turned and continued along the slow decline, almost silent, moving with a speed borne of familiarity. With one last, uncertain glance over my shoulder at the pinprick of daylight, I began to follow, my hand trailing along the wall to steady myself.
It took several minutes of blundering in the darkness for to realise that the top of my head was no longer skimming the roof of the tunnel. Slowly, hesitantly, I straightened my legs, my spine creaking and grinding in protest as I stood upright. Moving forward was easier without the added difficulty of being bent double, and I soon felt the ground cease its decline beneath my feet, becoming drier and firmer.
Next came the light. Not much, at first – just the sudden awareness that I could make out my fingers still trailing along the wall of the tunnel, ghostly pale in the darkness. It took only a dozen paces more to begin to see the dim glow ahead.
I rounded a corner and the light intensified, flickering on a dust-strewn floor, candles and torches shifting in an infinitesimal breeze. The creature – the man – stood before me, unabashed by his nudity even as I averted my eyes. But I found myself quite unable to keep my gaze away, trailing over broad shoulders and defined muscles with automatic appreciation.
His own eyes, as deep russet as the ground he inhabited, bore into mine.
His head cocked and he paused for a moment, hyperfocused, before relaxing into an easy smile. “What did I tell you? Quiet as a mouse. They have lost your trail.”
The smug self-confidence made me glower, unimpressed. “You can hear them?” I scoffed incredulously when he nodded, focusing my own senses along the winding tunnel we’d followed. I could pick out the movement of creatures in the dirt and his steady, unconcerned heartbeat.
“They were getting close. Would have caught you. You are welcome,” he added, brows knitting together in irritation at my lack of gratitude.
“I never asked for your help,” I snapped back. “I’m sorry – who the hell are you, anyway?”
The furrowed brow shifted, one raising. “Am I so forgotten in the world of men that even a Russian doesn’t recognize a German?”
“I’m American,” I corrected, “And you don’t sound very German.”
“Not ‘German’,” he echoed, mirroring my emphasis, “Ger-man. A weather spirit. Even if you are not Russian, you are one who knows much of Russia. How is it that my kind have fallen so far from Siberian minds?”
I shrugged a shoulder, irritated by his maudlin detour. “Well, yes – I’ve spent a lot of time here, but I wasn’t exactly sitting around listening to fairy stories and myths. You’re insane, and I have to be going, so if you don’t mind-”
I’d turned back toward the tunnel as I spoke, but as soon as I stepped from the room, a fierce wind whipped down the passage, sending me sprawling unceremoniously on my ass.
“Leave if you wish,” he growled, his voice low and deadly. “But do not dare insult the one who saved you.”
I looked over my shoulder as the wind died, finding him stood over me with a scowl, hand lowering, and my mouth worked wordlessly. “… There’s no way,” I muttered eventually. With a smirk, he flicked his fingers in my direction, and I yelped as a brief but intense squall fell upon me, quickly soaking me to the bone and leaving me trembling with cold – and, I admitted distantly, fear.
“Who are you?” I asked again, quieter now, and with – embarrassingly – a hint of reverence. “How did you know that I needed- that I was being hunted? Were you spying on me?”
Another shift of his hand raised the temperature, my shivering subsiding, and his eyes narrowed infinitesimally as he considered me. “I know all who pass through my lands,” he replied at length, ignoring the first of my questions. “I have no need to ‘spy’, as you call it. The weather sees all. I recognized you the moment you stepped foot over my borders – different than before, but still the Cнежинка Cолдат – the snowflake soldier. More, in some ways. Less in others,” he added, sparing a glance and a sad smile for the ruined remnants of my left arm.
But I was blind to his sympathy, fingers curling into a fist by my side as I got quickly to my feet, a growl building in my chest. “So you are one of them. HYDRA. Another experimental attack dog doing their dirty work, huh? So what now – you drag me back to them and I have to do it all again – the brainwashing, the killing?” My voice had risen to a shout, dust and dirt raining lightly upon us, but he looked unmoved, which only added to my anger. “Well, I won’t! Do you hear me? I won’t go! I’ll die first. I’ll die before I let them-”
I’d moved closer in my fury, a heavy blow arcing toward the maddening creature’s head. But he caught my fist without the slightest indication of effort, halting my assault, both verbal and physical.
“I am not of those humans,” he answered quietly, his gaze soft and sincere as it met mine. “Not one of them, nor one of their creations. I am older than any one of them – older than the organisation, older even than the word itself. I predate humanity, let alone their petty cluster.” With a shrug, he released my hand, leaving me to flex my fingers uncomfortably. “My kind goes where they like, or where they are needed. You passed through my territory further north many times – though you were less then. Less… Colour,” he offered after a moment, frowning.
With a nod, he squatted in the dust, inclining his head for me to join him. I was intrigued despite myself, and found myself mirroring his position opposite. Once more, I tried to keep my eyes from roaming over thick thighs and the sharp cut of his jaw, confusion bubbling inside me. I wasn’t sure if I longed to fuck him or be him, or some combination thereof.
He smirked as I blushed and averted my eyes once more, elbows resting on his knees. “Does nudity bother you, Cнежинка Cолдат?”
There it was again – Snowflake Soldier. The same name, but different somehow. I scowled at the heat in my cheeks, glowering. “Not in appropriate setting,” I snapped back, and he laughed aloud.
“Oh? And what ‘setting’ is that?” he pressed, making me squirm with embarrassment.
“Don’t play coy,” I replied, glaring. “It isn’t cute.”
His grin widened, white, even teeth glinting in the candlelight and sending a chill down my spine. “You seem flustered.”
“No.”
“Hm.”
I looked down, ignoring the amusement in his voice, and trailed a finger through the dust absently. “Thanks. For, uh… You know. Helping.”
He let out another low chuckle, pushing himself to his feet once more and stalking around the space thoughtfully. “You’re very welcome. Once upon a time, I was looked upon quite fondly. It is nice to feel useful again.”
“What did you do?” I prompted, curious about the seemingly ageless creature before me. His paces stuttered, a gentle frown briefly marring his features before it flickered and vanished, his cockiness returning.
“Oh, you know. Nothing too special – weather stuff. But, oh…” His smile returned once more, eyes turning misty as he remembered. “My kind were worshipped. Revered.”
“You were?” I prompted, unable to keep from sharing his grin at the ethereal joy gracing his features, and he nodded.
“Offerings, prayers, vigils… There were these dolls that they used to make – clay and woven grass, and ceramic and glass and metal as the times begin to change. And they often showed their appreciation after we brought the rains, too,” he added, smirking, and he raised a suggestive eyebrow when I simply blinked blankly, bringing a blush back to my cheeks.
“Oh.”
He snorted and nodded again, offering a sheepish shrug. “It was considered a great honour to lay with a German. Women would beg for the privilege.”
I scoffed, one eyebrow arching. “You certainly have a high opinion of yourself, don’t you?”
His grin broadened, and he turned his back to me, kneeling to shift through long grasses at the perimeter of the room. My eyes instinctively followed the taut muscles of his back, teeth tugging gently on my lip as my gaze skirted the curve of his ass, both envious and aroused. When he straightened, I dropped my eyes quickly, grateful for the object in his hands upon which to focus my attention.
Moving to squat before me once, he offered the item to me, and I turned the statue over in my fingers gently, murmuring in surprise. “This is amazing…”
My hands shifted, and I gasped aloud with amusement and shock, quickly reddening. “That’s, uh…”
“Pronounced?” he offered, smirking, and I barked out a laugh.
“Pronounced,” I agreed, eyeing up the statue’s emphasised phallus reaching almost to his knees.
“A great honour,” he reminded me, his grin widening. “And an experience that they would never forget.”
Despite the voice in my head repeating that I shouldn’t look, really, don’t do it, don’t- I found my eyes flicking between his thighs where he squatted before me. His flaccid length was impressive, but not as surreal as the statue had suggested.
I feel like I’ve been slapped, there’s so much blood in my face…
“It’s somewhat emphasised,” he acknowledged, shaking his head in amusement, “though I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Is that why you saved me?” I asked, eyes narrowing as the thought struck me suddenly. “You’re becoming forgotten, and you wanted a way to get your dick wet again?”
His face became impassive, one eyebrow arching coldly. “I saved you because helping people is what I do. As I’ve said – you’re free to leave whenever you like.”
My lip found its way between my teeth, and I worried it uncertainly, a new kind of shame prickling uncomfortably under my skin at his offense. “I… I’m sorry,” I murmured, head lowering. “And- and I really am grateful. I… Don’t think I’d have been able to get out of there without you.” My hand found his arm, soft and unsure. “Thank you.”
Our gazes locked, and he offered me a weak smile. “It’s an honour to be of service again,” he replied quietly, tentative fingertips petting my hand.
“I’m… That is… I’m happy to repay my debt. However you’d like,” I added timidly, warmth flushing my cheeks once more.
There was a brief, shocked pause, and his eyebrows raised. “I only lay with eager and willing participants – not those who do so under duress or a sense of obligation, or-”
“No!” I interrupted quickly, hand tightening in alarm. “I- no, I- I was reluctant when I thought I didn’t- that there wasn’t- that is, that I didn’t have much choice.. But if it’s truly up to me…” I trailed off and flushed deeper, eyes lowering shyly.
“You’re sure?” he murmured, and I met his gaze once more as I swallowed dryly.
“I’d consider it a great honour,” I breathed, the teasing note to my voice falling flat as the air seemed to grow thicker around us.
And then he was knelt before me, his weather-roughened hand holding my jaw with unexpected tenderness as his mouth found mine and I let out a quiet whimper of surprise and pleasure, his lips twitching in a smirk. My own fingers moved to curl against the nape of his neck, resting there only for a moment before he drew back, pupils blown wide.
“Kneel for me,” he whispered.
Since I’d been freed from HYDRA control, I resented orders. Commands and demands had been met with a deadly glare; anything less than an entirely optional request was almost guaranteed to find me stubbornly doing the exact opposite.
But this order, issued so tenderly and with his fingertips ghosting affection over my jawline, I felt no drive to baulk. I could only nod, transfixed by the depth of desire in his eyes, and move without any thought of complaint or disobedience.
He stood before me and glanced down, humming as he considered the dirt streaking his body. His hands danced in a delicate, captivating display, filling the air around us with beads of water that coalesced into perfect droplets before swirling around him, his form becoming hazy through the self-summoned shower.
When the fine mist cleared, his skin shone, sun-kissed despite the cold climate he inhabited. I pressed trembling fingertips to his abdomen, finding the taut flesh damp and cool to the touch, mesmerised into silence. With a soft purr, his hand tangled in my hair, encouraging me closer to the cock I now found myself eyeing hungrily.
Distantly, acknowledged that I didn’t even know his name as he passed between my lips, and my eyes closed. The taste of him filled my senses, his grip on me guiding me slowly along his length as it thickened. His movements were gentle and courteous, even as my mouth began to strain around him, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of my throat.
Until his hand in my hair tightened, holding my head still as his hips moved faster, his length shifting between my lips as he groaned aloud. “Gods, that’s good,” he grunted, and my lids parted to gaze up at him, finding the black pupils like pits ringed only by the thinnest strip of mahogany. “That mouth is a thing of beauty,” he murmured, and I could only hum in response, tongue held fast by the weight of him.
When he drew back at last, letting me breathe – albeit with a reluctant whine – and I caught sight of his length in its entire glory, I bit my lip. I’d been with only one man before – my childhood best friend, Steve, who was on the higher end of ‘average’, even after Howard Stark had played around with his genes. He was the only one I had trusted enough to see me in my entirety, and his scrawny, pale body hadn’t been a big draw for him in our adolescence, either. We’d found an accord; an agreement that proved mutually beneficial and didn’t extend beyond the dark confines of one of our bedrooms.
But this was another thing entirely. My stomach ached at the thought of it, but the hand in my hair shifted to cup my chin, his thumb brushing gently over my cheekbone. “I’ll be gentle with you,” he assured me softly, and I nodded once. “On your feet, Cнежинка Cолдат.”
I obliged immediately, standing before him, my muscles tense and unsure. We were evenly matched for height, but he was, I admitted reluctantly, far stronger than I, and had powers I didn’t at his disposal. If he decided to take action I didn’t like, there would be little I could do about it.
But despite my reservations, I moved closer, letting his hands find the hem of my shirt and slide underneath to ghost over my skin, leaving goosebumps in his wake. I raised my arm obediently as he lifted the fabric, my fingers moving self-consciously to raw stump of my shoulder, the vulnerable flesh visible through ragged cables and severed metal. He simply ignored the carnage, gaze roving over my exposed skin as his thumbs hooked in my jeans. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of my throat and earning a blush for his troubles. So entranced was I that I was barely aware of the fabric around my hips becoming loose and falling down my thighs until his fingertips on the base of my spine shifted me forward, and I kicked off my shoes as they snagged.
My palm found his chest and I took a half-step back, needing to think clearly. “I-I should- Before we… There’s something you-”
“I know, Cнежинка Cолдат,” he reassured me softly, his lips brushing against mine once more. “You have nothing to fear.”
I sighed into the kiss, tension melting from my muscles as his hands slid into the back of my underwear to cup my ass, kneading and squeezing as I whined against him. My shoulders met the wall with little notion of how I got there, and he dropped to his knees, trailing his mouth over the soft skin inside my thigh before working the boxers down my legs.
Shyness threatened to overcome me – but I hardly had time for the thought to occur before my knee was hooked over his shoulder and his lips were upon me, earning a gasp and shuddering groan of pleasure. If my mouth was beauty, then his was sin – the sounds I made echoed around us as I quivered, his tongue lapping hungrily at the wetness between my thighs. “God- F-fuck, you can’t- I can’t- Th-that’s n-not-” I trailed off into another deafening groan as he slipped his tongue inside me, humming with pleasure, the vibration making my back arch. “God, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
Obediently, he worked me harder, alternating between driving his tongue inside me and sucking lightly at my clit until my muscles trembled, fingers knotting needily in his hair. “Yes- please, yes, please, I-I-” With a grunt of acknowledgement, he buried his face further between my thighs, fingers tightening against my hip as I cried out, my own hands all but pinning him to me as stars exploded behind my eyes.
No sooner had I barely begun to unclench my muscles than he was on his feet, his mouth pressed to mine needily. The taste of my own orgasm made me whimper weakly, reaching for him, but my fingers had hardly grazed his hard length before I was turned, my cheek pressed into the dirt of the wall as he pulled my hips back.
“You taste so good,” he muttered, and I swallowed, feeling his tip probe lightly at my still-twitching hole. “So good… But I bet you’ll feel even better wrapped around me…”
True to his word, he was gentle as he pressed his way into me, his hand on my waist to guide me onto him, pausing with every minor gasp and whimper. I trembled desperately when I felt his pelvis meet mine, inebriated by the feeling of fullness, I squirmed, and he groaned. “Like a vice,” he hissed, his fingers scoring lines down the bare skin of my back. I could only pant and whine, my own nails clawing at the earth desperately. “So good…”
“Please,” I gasped, glancing over my shoulder to meet his gaze. “God, please, just- just move, just-”
The feeling of him dragging back, of leaving me empty and deprived, almost had me cursing my words. My knees had already begun to quiver with pleasure, the orgasm unravelled easily from my body by his talented tongue having taken its toll on my body despite the enhancements, and every minute movement had me mewling.
One hand snuck between my legs, while the other found my hair, pulling me tightly against his chest as I gasped. “Say please, Cнежинка Cолдат,” he breathed, and I shuddered with delight.
“Please- please, fuck me, I- I need you to fuck me, please…”
The fingers from my hair curled around my thigh, shifting my weight to set up a gruelling, earth-shattering pace, my body pressed firmly to the dirt wall as he obeyed willingly. The gentle fingers strummed me with expert precision, teasing and guiding, an elegant contrast to the bruising thrusts as he impaled me on his length.
Helpless. Held fast and unmade.
It was a situation I was painstakingly familiar with, but never in this way. Never had the act of being undone felt so much like a prayer. A blessing, not a curse. An act of devotion and passion, not hate and torture for torture’s sake. Base instinct given entirely new light.
And the ethereal glow seemed to radiate from my chest as he held me tighter, heat fizzing beneath my skin, every molecule of my body vibrating with the strength of it. I almost feared what was coming as the low keening took up residence in my voice and I lost all concept of time, knowing nothing of the wall that supported me or the ground beneath my feet. There was only this, now. The feeling of him moving inside me as he caressed me so deftly, mouth on the side of my throat, the bruises I knew were forming on the pale skin of my ass.
His voice surprised me when he spoke again – my wails seemed to fill the space so completely that I was surprised there was room for anything else.
“Come for me, Cнежинка Cолдат.”
The order was obeyed without question or hesitation, my vocal cords alight as I cried out, the vice-like clamping around his length almost painful as he continued to drive himself into me without mercy. Over and over his hips met mine, an arm around my waist becoming the only thing that kept me upright as I sobbed my pleasure weakly.
It wasn’t until my tremors had faded that he finally let himself surrender with a harsh grunt and one last, jerking thrust, burying his cock inside me as the warmth flooded my senses.
He looked down at me as I traced patterns on the bare, sweat damp skin of his chest, still dazed and disoriented. “An experience you’re likely to remember?” he asked softly, his own fingertips teasing my hair.
“An experience I’d very much like to repeat,” I replied, stretching languidly against him, a comfortable ache settling low in my abdomen. “I, uh… Quite liked being told what to do. Wouldn’t think I would, given everything – I don’t normally, but…” With an easy shrug, I smirked. “I suppose you just have that power over me, huh?”
He chuckled and pressed a gentle kiss to my doubtlessly dirt-streaked forehead, holding me closer against his side. “… I can keep you safe, you know.” I frowned, looking up at him, and he offered me an uncertain half-smile. “From whatever – whoever – is hunting you. I… I can look after you.”
“What about the others? Ones… Like you? And aren’t you needed? The things you told me, your job-”
“-has long lost its prevalence in this world,” he interrupted softly, the smile tinged with sadness. “Very few people still seek the services of my kind. Most of us are scattered, seeking other sources of satisfaction. Life, love… Companionship, I suppose.” Another shrug, and he rested his cheek on my hair. “I haven’t seen one of my own in a very long time. It’s not impossible that I am the last. And I can find meaning in this – and joy in your presence. You can be safe with me.”
“That’s all you want me to stick around for? So you’ve got something to do?” I clarified, a little incredulous, but made no attempt to move from where I lay against his side. He laughed sharply, and shook his head.
“I want you around because I enjoy your company, and – when you’re not biting my head off – I think you enjoy mine. I want you around because I enjoy you, and would like to make sure you’re safe.”
I considered his words – considered my place in the world now that I had a billionaire hell-bent on revenge. If asked a few months ago, I’d have been certain that the rest of my life would be spent catching up with Stevie, maybe sharing in a few more adventures before I met my end – probably in a dramatic and ridiculous way – whenever that may be. But now, kept apart by the actions of my past… I had nothing and nobody who needed me around.
I had no reason to stop myself from saying yes.
Well… Maybe one.
“I still don’t know your name,” I noted dryly, chin finding his chest to gaze up at him.
He smiled at that, teasing a hand through my hair. “I was named Grishenka, long ago. Though I suppose you can call me Greg.”
