Well friends, its officially official .... in the case of TFA, Bishop Blackburn is deceased. He was found early this morning by The Wildfangs and reduced to one femur and one ankle bone. They even ate the man's durag....
But let's explore a little more just who this man was in the Drakerverse:
Bishop arrived as a regular character on December 17th, 2022 as the Problematic Boyfriend™ of Jayce Carruther's mother, Mercy Carruthers. He's been a menace ever since.
*Note: he did arrive in the story earlier that year, but didn't play a major role until he started fucking the mains momma
We all love a good villian so when he was "killed" in Let It Burn, written by my sister-in-storytelling @therichantsim, and she asked if I could find a use for him, I couldn't pass it up! I honestly had no idea how he might fit, until I did! His entire ruthless, felonious persona can only be attributed to Rich, I just morphed him a teeny bit for the purposes of his role in TFA.
I am grateful that I got to play with a maniac for as long as I did. However, as we move into this new chapter, we will not be seeing Bishop again in Things Fall Apart. Will there be another more diabolical evil villian lurking around the corner? Perhaps.... perhaps not.
Summary: You help Bucky feel better when he's in a mood.
Word Count: Over 1.8k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral (m. receiving), possessive behavior, dirty talk, slight jealousy, threat of violence (not against reader), slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: A Sinday treat inspired by this gif! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You found Bucky in one of the interrogation rooms. He had his leather jacket on, but didn't appear to be in a hurry to leave. Taking in his rigid posture from where he sat in his chair, you guessed it wasn't a good day. You wondered what happened or what exactly was bothering him. Considering he didn't look toward you, and he had to know it was you who walked through the door, you sensed that he wasn't in the mood to talk.
It didn't mean you couldn't try and make him feel better.
“Hey, Sarge,” you said, shutting the door behind you before you walked across the room. “Bad day?” You asked, stopping a few inches in front of him.
A pair of steel blue eyes snapped toward you and you couldn't suppress the shiver that rolled down your spine. It wasn't fair that he appeared so commanding when he was the one sitting in a chair and you were on your feet. “You could say that.”
“Anything I can do to help?” You asked with an almost innocent look in your eyes as he spread his massive thighs.
“Yeah,” he replied, gesturing to his crotch with his metal hand. “You can get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Your throat went dry as you looked in his lap, watching with growing interest as his thick fingers swiftly unbuckled his belt and pants. What if someone walked in? It was no secret that you and Bucky were together, but it didn't mean anyone should have to witness any of your endeavors. Then again, wasn't the thrill of getting caught part of the fun?
“Are you sure that's what you want? You could fuck my pussy,” you offered, your panties embarrassingly damp considering he hadn't touched you. If he asked you to, you’d ride him in that chair until his eyes rolled back.
The low chuckle he let out made your throat go dry. His laughter didn't fool you. He wasn't in the mood to play or tease. “If you want my cock in your cunt so badly, you better earn it by taking me in your fucking throat first,” he growled.
Your knees just about gave out, which gave you the perfect excuse to sink to the cool floor. “Will that make you feel better?” You asked as you crawled to him and slid your hands up his legs. Your cheeks flamed under his dark gaze. It was a thing of wonder to have his full attention. “Your big cock fucking my throat? Making me swallow every drop?”
“It’s a start,” he whispered, cupping your jaw with a tender touch. His thumb reached over to trace your lips, but pulled away before you could suck the digit into your waiting mouth. “Need that pretty pussy filled, too.”
You clenched, wishing he’d shove you on the back, push your legs apart, and drive his cock in so deep you'd scream. But you wouldn't get what you wanted if you didn't take care of him first. And having his dick in your mouth was something you craved, so you would enjoy it.
“Tell me you need it,” he ordered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before his teeth dragged along it.
“I need it. Need you to fuck my throat,” you begged, unzipping his jeans and peeling them down with his underwear as far as you could. His thick cock bobbed free and you couldn't help licking your lips at the sight. You gripped the base and preened when he hardened more under your touch. “It’s so big. You can choke me with it if you want to.”
He groaned, heat curling in your gut when he rocked his hips up. “Look at you. So eager for it. Bet you'd rub your pussy against my boot if I told you to just to get a taste,” he rasped, making you whine. You’d love to leave a shine on his leather. “Everyone thinks you're a good agent and a good girl, but you’re my little cockslut.”
You pouted as you looked up at him. His blue eyes had gone black, the light shining over his head giving him the appearance of a dark angel. Beautiful, tortured, and heavenly. “I’m all of those things,” you said, licking from just above where your fingers held him to the tip. “I’m a good agent and a good girl. Your good girl.”
Because if there was anyone you wanted to be good for, it was Bucky Barnes.
“Fuck,” he grunted when your enclosed your lips around the head. The taste of him bloomed on your tongue, but it was just the beginning. He’d spill down your throat by the time you were done so the very essence of him lingered. “You are, doll. You’re so good and all mine,” he said, growling the last word.
You pulled off with a sweet smile, his praise bringing out your need to please him more. “And I’m very much your cockslut. So fuck my throat, Sarge,” you said, wasting no time swallowing him down.
“Your fucking mouth,” he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of your neck.
You hollowed out your cheeks and sucked in a breath through your nose as you relaxed your throat. As tempted as you were to reach between your legs and give yourself some relief, you rested your free hand on his thigh. The muscle twitched beneath it and he would feel it if you gave him the signal to stop. You never once had to.
You took him every single time.
He touched your jaw again, making sure your mouth stayed wide open around him. He forced you to take him in deeper, his hips thrusting up as you gagged. “That’s it. Suck it just like that,” he urged, making you moan around the thick length of him. “My good girl. Everything I need right here.”
Tears blurred your vision, but they quickly spilled over. He looked back at you with half-lidded eyes, your heart pounding at the sight. You knew you looked pretty stretched around him. And you knew he wanted to keep you.
“So beautiful on your knees,” he praised, his hands moving to grip each side of your head to control the pace. You whimpered when your hand fell away and nose brushed the curls at the base of his cock. His metal thumb wiped away a tear as he made you bob your head. “Take it, doll. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. I know you can.”
Those weren't just words to stroke his ego or your own. It was a lot to take. Drool seeped from the corners of your mouth, adding to the mess from your tear tracks and running makeup. You were certain you looked ruined, which only made you more stunning in his eyes. Because he was the cause and effect. He broke you so beautifully and put every piece back in place while leaving a bit of himself behind as a reminder of who you belonged to.
“You're my girl,” he said in a deep voice, quickening his pace as your throat contracted around him. “Mine.”
“Yours.” The muffled reply made him growl. You reached up to cup his balls, still allowing him to keep the pace. He said he wanted to fuck your throat and you wouldn't stop him, but you wanted to make him feel good.
“My dirty girl on her knees. Bet the camera’s recording us right now,” he went on, your mouth pliant as he continued to thrust. You almost forgot about the surveillance. “Should swipe the footage. Make you sit on my cock while you watch how well you take it.”
You moaned, sending more vibrations through his cock as he groaned and panted. His rhythm almost faltered when you gently squeezed, feeling him twitch in your mouth and under your hand before you let go. He was so close, chasing his release. It was getting harder to breathe, your eyes stinging with tears again, but he was almost there.
You had to get him off.
The slight drag of your teeth did the trick. “Take it. Don't waste a fucking drop,” he grunted, his face twisting and keeping your head down as his release flooded your mouth. Glancing up at him as you did your best to swallow it all, he looked like such a pretty mess, too. Parted lips, warm cheeks, pupils blown with lust. He was just as ruined as you.
No one else had that kind of power over him.
You gasped and greedily inhaled when he pulled you off of him and slumped in the chair, catching his breath, too. He groaned when your tongue went out to catch another drop that dropped from the head of his cock. Your soaked panties from having him in your mouth didn't matter. He’d get you off soon enough.
As long as he was okay from whatever bothered him earlier, that was all you cared about.
“Fuck,” he sighed, pushing the chair back and joining you on your knees. He slotted his lips against yours as he pulled you close, leaving you breathless once again as his tongue explored your mouth. You carded your fingers through his short hair as he took what he needed, his stubble leaving a slight burn on your skin.
Another subtle reminder that you were his girl.
“Better, Sarge?” You asked once he finished, your voice raw. If he wanted to talk, you’d listen.
“Much better,” he promised, his next kiss sweet and tender. The earlier tension he held in his body had disappeared, which gave you some relief. “Thank you.”
“Good,” you smiled against his lips.
He closed his eyes, his nose touching yours. “I'm not a killer anymore.”
You raised an eyebrow. Those weren't the words you were expecting to hear. “I know,” you said.
“But I had to stay here,” he said, kissing over to your ear. “Because if I bumped into the agent who touched you earlier, I would've shattered every bone in his hand.”
“Bucky,” you breathed, your heart pounding when he pulled back to stare at you. Lust lit up his eyes again, but there was an underlying rage building as his nostrils flared. Was that why he was in a mood? Because an agent had touched your arm before you said you had a boyfriend? It was so meaningless in your eyes that you had forgotten about it.
But, fuck, if this slightly possessive side wasn't hot.
“You told him you were mine because you’re my good girl. Still pissed me off that he checked you out when you walked away. Still wanted to break his hand,” he snarled, laying you on your back. “And I know your voice is a little hoarse, but I need to make you scream my name. I want everyone nearby to know you’re my girl,” he said, his eyes on you as he pointed to the camera in the far left corner. “And anyone watching.”
So, that happened. Lovelies, you may go about your business. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
Chile.... Mercy done found Hope's hennessey stash.... follow me under the cut for a little context:
First of all.... I was finishing up some thangs I needed to finish up and I decide I wanted to check on Sean because ever since he found out that ancestor baby wasn't his, he's been living in an apartment overlooking the Arts District in San My. He's a lonely man so I figured i might catch him jerkin his yerkin. But I didn't. Instead I catch this little exchange and, as cute as it is, I have my concerns.....
First, thank you so much to @ellemant for helping me BIG TIME with my vision for this coffee spot. You came in clutch with the PERFECT decos that gave the perfect vibe.
Lot Credit (again because this is the coffee shop connected to the shell that became the new Drake Estate)
Finally, in reference to what Darren mentioned about how close Sulani and Tomarang are, in my brain it looks something like this
with Sulani in place of the Philippines and Tomarang to the West of that.
“What do you mean, you’re taking your business elsewhere, Wilson?”
“Just what I said, Barnes, I got better numbers and I don’t want to waste any more coin on you.” Sam Wilson sounded as smug as could be on the other end of the phone, oblivious to how Bucky’s head was thumping in rage, “Look, I appreciate what you did for my business in the early days, which is why I’ll obviously let you keep the five percent in the contract, you’ll be earning more than enough in profit, stop whining. This isn’t personal, it’s just business.”
“Just business, huh?” Bucky stubbed out his cigarette on his mahogany desk, uncaring of how his assistant would screech at him later about the mark, “It was Y/N, wasn’t it? She poached you away? You know there’s a clause to prevent that-”
“That clause expired eighteen months ago, you lying dirtbag,” Sam Wilson’s voice went cold, reminding Bucky that the man built his empire on more than just Bucky’s original investments, “You overplayed our friendship, and I don’t like being treated like a moron. You keep your five percent and leave it at that, or I’ll buy your ass out. Take it or leave it.”
Bucky could feel the vein in his forehead pulsing, but he was calm and collected as he responded with an even a voice as he could manage,
“You know I could never turn down the profits you’ll be making, Wilson,” Bucky took a sip of his Lagavulin, “See you at the club this weekend?”
“Sure thing, Barnes.” Sam Wilson hung up, leaving Bucky to finish his drink slowly, before taking the crystal tumbler and throwing it against the wall.
You were going to pay for this.
Your heart still pounded against your ribcage, even hours later after the deal had been signed off, and it didn’t show signs of stopping anytime soon. You knew that doing what you were doing - taking your knowledge from what you’d learned at Bucky’s company in the years you’d worked there - and poaching Sam Wilson for your new business was a risky move, how could it not be? Technically everything you had done was good and legal, but there were always loopholes, there were always snags, and of course there was always the chance that Bucky could sue. You couldn’t afford that, your business would go under in five minutes flat.
You were full of more nervous energy than you could handle thinking about Bucky and all the things he could do to make your life hell now you had stolen his biggest and oldest client from under his nose. You’d worked for Bucky for over ten years, he’d shown you everything you knew now. You’d been one of his biggest money makers in the last five years when his business had really started to boom, you’d been with his company through everything. And yet now he was a certified millionaire, his business earning generational wealth kind of money, he hadn’t paid it forward, he hadn’t given you what you felt you’d deserved.
So you left, and you’d taken invaluable information with you.
You paced your apartment restlessly, beer in hand, takeout food forgotten on the counter, you were too wound up to eat, but your stomach cramped with pain after not eating all day for the same reasons. All throughout your four hour long meeting with Sam Wilson - at Slyvia’s no less - you’d been hungry, thirsty, desperate… but you couldn’t take your eyes off the ball, not for all that delicious soul food, and certainly not for the profit percentages you were offering Sam. You’d charmed him, you’d wooed him, you’d shown him all the ways that Bucky had screwed him over, hoping the mogul wouldn’t laugh you out of the restaurant - or worse - call Bucky to tell him what was happening and ruin your new venture before it had even begun.
When Sam had finally put his iPad down, when he’d made as many annotations and suggestions as he’d wanted, and when he’d smiled that megawatt smile and held out his hand to seal the deal, you’d almost burst into tears, but instead you’d laughed, and calmly clinked your glass against his. You were your own business owner now. You couldn’t act like the scared little girl you felt you were anymore.
You’d beaten Bucky. It was done.
And yet you couldn’t stop your mind from racing or your fingers from trembling.
You look at the food on your counter again, and then turn to your room, shaking your head. You can’t stay inside for one more minute, you rush to change into your gym clothes, and hurry out the door, hoping that a run would clear your head and let you calm down and enjoy your win.
Even though you wore your headphones, you let the noise of Manhattan at night roll over you as you ran, it was like a kind of white noise after a while all that honking and shouting, voices on top of each other rolling and crashing like waves… slowly your anxiety falls away, your heart pounds due to exertion rather than stress, and you can think about how well you had done today without nausea churning in your gut. By the time you head back to your apartment you’re starving and actually ready for a shower and the now cold takeout food, maybe you’d call your friends to tell them what happened-
You’re opening your apartment door when a body slams you into it, pushing you through harshly and sending you to the floor on a grunt of shock. You turn around, skittering away as the door slams behind you, your heart in your mouth,
“Bucky?!”
“You really should pay better attention, doll, I was following you for at least three blocks,” Bucky takes his jacket off, revealing a deep blue silk shirt underneath, “I was going to talk to you on the street, but I figured a nice, quiet space would be better.” He looks around your apartment in disgust, “Well. It’s quiet anyway.”
“What do you w-want?” You slowly stand on shaking legs, quietly furious that your voice is wavering, but too nervous to show any real anger at Bucky, “You can’t just-”
“You know, sweetheart, I never figured you would be a bitter ex after dumping you. I know I could’ve been nicer about it but shit happens.” Bucky takes a couple of steps closer to you, putting himself firmly between you and the door, “You should know me better though. You don’t fuck with a mans business, Y/N. Not without consequences.”
“You’re mad I stole your tactics, Bucky? You shouldn’t have let me go.” You go to walk around him, but Bucky blocks your path, “Get out of my way.”
“You put yourself in this position, doll, only you can get yourself out of it.” Bucky leans forward, his arm braces next to your head, pinning you against the wall, “I think I’m going to enjoy this next part.”
A spike of fear pulses through you, and you push against Bucky’s chest as hard as you can, moving him just enough that you slip past him, you head to the door-
Only for Bucky to grab your arm, and spin you around so you’re back in the same spot as you were before, except this time your face is pressed against the wall and Bucky pins you there with his body,
“You’re quick, doll, quick to run, quick to steal, quick to fuck me over,” Bucky reaches around and covers your mouth as you go to yell, as his other hand snakes around your waist so he can grind against your ass, “I think I’ll show you how it feels to be fucked over, doll,” you squirm as he pushes his hand past the waistline of your leggings and the elastic of your underwear, and his cold index finger finds your clit and circles it idly, “God, I missed how good you feel- hey!”
You kick your heel up behind you, just missing his balls, but at least his hand comes out of your pants- only for Bucky to drag them down past your hips and land a smack against your ass,
“Bad fucking girl, I’m the one punishing you, remember? You want to fuck me, make me fall for you, whine at me, bitch at me, and then blame me for firing you? And steal my client, you fucking slut?” Bucky tears open your top as he speaks, leaving you in just your sports bra, you can taste a little blood in your mouth from how hard he’s holding your mouth closed, and you twist and turn your head, breathing heavily as he snaps open the clasp on your bra and pushes it up and over your breasts,
“Bucky- w-wait-”
He stills immediately, his palm resting over your exposed breast, goosebumps erupt over your skin as his lips meet your ear… and you jerk your arms free, spinning to face him, you raise your arm to slap Bucky as hard as you can, but he grabs both your wrists before you can, pinning them to your stomach and pushing you back against the wall once more,
“So we’re doing this then, huh?” Bucky grins devilishly, raising his free hand once more to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing over your nipple softly, “You got pretty tits, for a thieving little whore, anyway.”
“Fuck you-!”
“Oh, that’s the plan, doll, I want my pound of flesh off of you, but first,” Bucky lifts your arms over your head, and pushes down so you fall to your knees, “I wanna fuck your throat raw. Can’t sweet talk your way into all my clients contracts if you can’t speak, can you?”
You clamp your jaw closed as tight as possible, pressing your lips together as Bucky undoes his pants one handed and pushes them down. He wears no underwear, he never has, you used to love that about him, back when the company was small and it was just you two and one or two others. The lust you and Bucky have for each other was never really sated, you’d tease and frustrate each other in the office as often as possible, until one of you would drag the other away to have quickies in the storage closet. His lack of underwear had made you feel special then, like he wanted as little barriers between you as possible. Now it was used against you in the worst way. Bucky tutted as he pushed his cock towards your face, rubbing the tip over your resolutely closed lips until you could taste the salt of his pre cum on them.
“Come on, doll, open up, you suck cock better than anyone else I’ve ever fucked, so suck it!” Bucky apparently gets tired of you refusing him, and he lets go of your wrists, swats away your feeble attempts to stand up and get away, and then he grabs you by the back of your neck and uses his other hand to cover your nose, “You really want to pass out rather than sucking me off like a good girl, Y/N? You piss me off and pass out, you’ll wake up to my cock in your ass. Open your whore mouth and I’ll make it good for you, I promise, doll, come on now…”
You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but your mouth opens almost immediately on a gasp for breath, you meet Bucky’s crystal blue eyes, staring down at you, you almost see concern there, his free hand moves to cup your cheek as you catch your breath… and then he closes the gap once more, his grip leaving your face so he can grip the base of his cock and feed it into your open mouth on a groan,
“Your lips were made for this, doll, I should’ve never let you go, fuck… maybe I’ll take you back to my place after this, huh? Keep you in my bed for good, spreader bar on your legs and arms tied to the fuckin’ headboard…”
Bucky keeps up his darkly erotic threats as he keeps his promise and fucks your throat hard enough to hurt, both hands now engulf your skull so you can’t move. Tears stream down your face, you’re gripping onto the firm muscle of his things in a pointless attempt to keep Bucky at a distance, deliberately digging your nails into his skin in an attempt to inflict a little pain back on him-
Bucky grabs the back of your head and pulls it back so you’re looking up at him as he jerks his cock off over your face, “Open wide, Y/N, I wanna see you covered with me again.”
You flinch as he comes over your face, the first ropes landing across your lips, your eyes, a little in your hair line. Bucky grunts as he comes, sounds that make your cunt throb involuntarily, and you lick up the last drops obediently as Bucky pushes his cock back past your lips,
“Good girl. You always looked the most perfect after I fucking ruined you.” Bucky brought you back to your feet, wiping his spend off of your cheek and bringing it down to your breasts, rubbing it into the skin gently, “You bring out the caveman in me, doll. I want my scent on you, keep Sam Wilson away from you once and for all.”
“I’m not-” you pull away again when Bucky starts rolling your nipples between his fingers, “it’s not about that, it’s business, you were the one who taught me that!”
Bucky pauses, his hand going to close gently around your throat, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the skin there before he backs you against the small table in your kitchen,
“Maybe you’re right, maybe not. Maybe I’m just a possessive bastard who’s fucked off that you got one over on me.” Bucky’s lips brush against yours as he leans forwards, “Now I’m gonna teach you another lesson you’d better learn quick. My clients, my business, and my fucking woman all belong to me, you got that?” You don’t get a chance to answer as he presses his lips to yours, his tongue seeking entry immediately. You’re exhausted and sore, you don’t have the will to fight Bucky anymore, not when he’s kissing you like he would devour you if he could, not when he’s tilting your face to that angle that makes your head swim, and not when he starts pulling the rest of your torn and ruined clothing off of you and flinging it behind him until he’s left holding the remains of your top in his hands.
You’re too tired to fight when he uses the tattered cloth to bind your hands behind your back, just tight enough that you know you couldn’t get free if you wanted to, but not tight enough to hurt. Bucky pecks your lips, a smile back on his face as he steps away and looks at you,
“There, now you can’t try and slap me again,” Bucky unbuttons his shirt, shrugging the silk off his shoulders carelessly before kicking his shoes off and swiftly pulling his pants down as well, leaving him as naked as you are. Your mouth waters involuntarily when you see his body. Bucky had always been beautifully built, but it looked like he’d put on some weight, that he’d been hitting the gym a little harder than usual… he was stunning, even as he advanced on you and put his hands on you as he wanted.
“Let me look at you, sweetheart, I’ve missed your cunt so much,” Bucky puts his thumb in your mouth, making you get it wet, before bringing it down to your clit, parting your lips so he can press directly on it in a way he knows drives you insane, “I should get a picture later, so I never have to miss it again, huh? I wonder if you’re still as tight as I remember…” Bucky and you groan together as he slides his middle finger slowly inside you, torturing you with how gentle he could be now he has you where he wants you. It’s maddening how good it feels as he fingers you slowly, his thumb rubbing circles so gently against your clit…
“Bucky…”
“Shhh, open up your legs wider, doll, I’ll put another finger in,” You do as you’re told, your heart pounds as you’re rewarded with Bucky’s index finger joining his middle finger inside you, “good girl, you’re so pretty like this, spread open and wet, waiting for me to fuck you like you like it… you haven’t fucked anyone else, have you? Your cunt is so tight, you’re gonna break my fingers off if I fuck you with a third finger…”
Bucky does anyway. It’s almost painful… it’s almost agony as your orgasm builds…
“Bad slut.” You yelp when Bucky pulls his fingers out and slaps against your clit, “I didn’t say you could come, did I? You’ll do that bouncing on my cock or not at all. Thieving whores don’t get to come all gentle like they earned it.” You struggle again when Bucky pulls you towards him, pulling away when he tries to kiss you again, but you’re unable to stop him when he spins you around and bends you over the table, the edge digging into your thighs and the surface cold enough a pained gasp leaves your lips,
“Bucky, w-wait-”
Bucky stills, his palm warm against the cheek of your ass…
“I’d steal Sam away again. I’ll steal all your goddamn clients for this!” You try to stand, but Bucky chuckles darkly, pushing you back down easily and spanking the cheek he was just caressing firmly enough that you feel bruises start to form against the front of your thighs as you’re shunted against the edge of the table,
“You’ll be lucky to walk after I’m through with you, doll, and you’re mouthing off too much for someone who just swallowed my cum and almost came on my fingers, you really are a little slut for me, aren’t you?” You squirm as Bucky’s fingers slide back inside your cunt idly, and then squeak and try again to push away when he brings your slick and rubs against your back passage, “Stay fucking still, I’m just touching your cute ass, I’m not going to fuck you there, not yet anyway.” You open your mouth to start yelling, but Bucky lifts your right leg so your knee is on the table, leaving you wide open for Bucky as he sinks to his knees behind you,
“You look good enough to eat like this… and I’m fucking starving.” You feel Bucky spreading you wide open, you barely have time to gasp before you feel his cool tongue push its way inside you, tongue fucking you like the starved man he says he is. Bucky tastes every inch of you, sucking on your clit, french kissing your cunt and laving at your back passage until you feel like you’re ready to beg him to let you come.
Which you can’t do. Not with any pride in you.
“You still taste like heaven, doll, let’s see if you still fuck like it too.”
That’s all the warning you get before Bucky stands and thrusts into you in one go.
You’re bound and helpless beneath Bucky as he takes his frustration out on your body, fucking you so relentlessly that you know you’re going to struggle to walk the following day. You feel bruises form on your throat as Bucky brings his hand around and closes it around your neck, your ass is definitely going to hurt as Bucky spanks and grabs at it as he fucks you, he tells you you’re his, you’re a slut, you’re the best fuck he’s ever had and he’s never letting you go again. You don’t bite down when he pushes his fingers back into your mouth, you can taste yourself on them and it just drives your insidious lust higher, especially when he brings them back down to your clit and rubs firmly,
“Come all over me, I want to see you dripping after I’m done with you.”
Your orgasm hits as Bucky’s hold tightens on you. You’re as possessed by him as you’ve ever been, he fills you up as he grunts his second orgasm, and you couldn’t move if you wanted as Bucky follows through on his previous wish and takes a picture of your dripping and ruined cunt.
You don’t fight when your hands are unbound, and Bucky helps you into the bathroom to wash off, and then to your bed to sleep. Your brain is finally quiet, thanks to Bucky.
“Y/N? Wake up, doll.”
You try to open your eyes and groan in pain when you try to stretch. A hot bath was in your immediate future, maybe you’d get to use those lavender bath salts Bucky got you a few weeks ago…
You lean into the warm hand that caresses your cheek as you finally wake up, and you smile as you meet Bucky’s concerned gaze,
“Hey.”
“Hey, doll. How’re you feeling?” Bucky kneels on the floor next to you, you notice that you’re wrapped up in bed, it’s still dark so you probably only had been passed out for less than an hour, and Bucky had clearly taken a shower and gotten changed into the grey sweatpants and white t-shirt you loved on him. His thumb brushes over your cheek, and you turn your head just enough to press a kiss to his palm,
“Better. Thank you for…”
“I’m so proud of you for what you did with Sam today, sweetheart, you did that all by yourself, you don’t need to thank me for shit, okay?”
You huff out a laugh, but you do need to thank Bucky. After your meeting with Sam - the first major client meeting you’d ever had on your own - your mind had been racing, you thought you’d go crazy if you didn’t do something, so you’d called Bucky, and talked through your idea with him. Thankfully he’d been happy to talk the taboo kink through, he’d picked you up and taken you to his place where you’d thoroughly discussed scenarios, safe words, limits and boundaries.
And then he’d let you go home to wait for him.
“I couldn’t have gotten through today without you. I’m still kind of nervous about what happens next, but I know I can handle it now.”
“You could always handle it, doll, why do you think I let you go to start your own business?” Bucky grins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead, before standing and heading to the kitchen, “When our companies merge, everyone will be happy, and it will be entirely down to you and that genius brain of yours.” You smile at Bucky’s praise, and then hide under the covers when Bucky finds the takeout food, “Have you not eaten today, Y/N?!”
“I was too nervous, don’t be mad - ah!” The covers are pulled away, leaving you staring up at an angry looking Bucky, you glare right back, “We’re not playing games right now Bucky, you can stop acting like you’re going to force feed me, just heat it up and I’ll be there in a minute!” Bucky’s face softens as you tell him off, and he sits on the bed next to you, cupping your cheek in the gentle way that makes you melt.
You were precious to Bucky, he was precious to you.
“You sure you're okay? I thought that I maybe went too far a couple of times… you told me to wait and- and- I don’t ever want to scare you, doll. You’re why I am where I am. I want to be your supporter as well.”
Your heart cracks a little as Bucky admits what it cost him to do what you discussed - consensual non consent is tricky, but it was what you needed to deal with your stress and anxiety. You could only ever trust Bucky with something like this, and he proved how right you were by being everything you needed and then some,
“You’re perfect, Bucky, okay?” You reach up to grab his wrist, and then mirror his hold and cup his cheek, you shiver as his stubble brushes over your palm, “You did everything I asked, waited when I needed it, and if I’d asked you to stop I know you would’ve done. Thank you.” Bucky pulls you towards him and you kiss him deeply, happy and content with how your day went-
And then your stomach growls so Bucky gets up on a groan, “I’ll get that food ready, then I’ll run you a bath, maybe I’ll join you… if you’re not too sore, you can sit on my dick as I wash you, huh?”
Day 3: '70s/Soul Train - Raquelle Matthews, she/her
(Raquelle and Ari are twins)
🖤🤎 Black History Month Challenge by @sisisimss 🤎🖤
Gonna keep this casual and only use CC that I already have (I'll pick up more throughout the month - that's inevitable - but I'm not really going to shop specifically for this challenge). Also will probably post in batches like this, as I don't foresee myself playing the Sims every day this month 😅 hope you all enjoy!
