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Summary: Making your way towards the Workshop, you clutch an invitation to your birthday ball close to your chest. The name embossed on the front is his. But when you arrive, you find the Workshop in chaos.
Warnings: Familial Illness | Emotional Distress and Environment Chaos | Angst | Miscommunication | Holiday Spirit | Bucky Barnes' bicep touching | If I've missed anything, please let me know
Word Count: 2.5K
Masterlist | Part One | Part Two
A/N: I have been obsessed with this idea since it randomly came out of nowhere one evening while taking a bath. I hope you enjoy it. Remember, I have a praise kink; I need validation and attention to survive. I would appreciate it if you could reblog, like, and/or comment. โก
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The North Pole felt different this early evening. It was busier, noisier. Snow floated down in lazy twirls around your boots, and as you exhaled, glittering puffs of your breath caught in the twinkle lights lining the path toward the Workshop.
You can barely wrap your head around the fact that there are only six weeks left until the big night.ย
But then, that meansโฆ There are only six weeks and a day until your big night.ย
And you still have one question, one bold question, to ask. The name carved in silver writing caused your heart to flutter with nerves as you clutched the wisteria blue envelope in your gloved hands.
You paused when reaching the doors of the Workshop.ย
The air around it felt wrong. As if someone had turned down the lights, muted the music. Has someone shaken the snow globe that it sat in? The silhouette remained the same: beams made from candy-cane, frost covering the windows.ย
โAre you kidding me?โ An unmistakable, irritated voice bellowed from the opposite side of the door. โNo! Donโtโโ
Suddenly, it sounded like it had all erupted into chaos with elves shouting over tool clattering.ย
โWhy would youโokayโfor Krampus' sake.โย
You curled your fingers around the carved wooden handle, and when you pushed the door open, your suspicions were right. A storm of panic. But why? There were still six weeks left.ย
Toys were sparking and sputtering. A wooden horse galloped past you on one leg. Something told you to look up, and when you did, you were greeted by an elf dangling from the ceiling, tinsel wrapped around their ankle.ย
โOh my goodness,โ you whispered as they spun slowly, calling out for someone to cut them down. You rushed up the step ladder to reach them as another elf cried underneath into a pile of crumbled gingerbread houses.
From the height of the ladder, you could oversee the entire Workshop. And in the eye of the hurricane, there he stood.ย
Bucky Barnes.ย
His back and, by far, the most important part, broad shoulders were to you. His muscles tense beneath the thick navy knitted tactical uniform of all the winterโs soldiers. His, however, was graced with a shimmering silver sergeantโs star.
Long dark brunette hair was tangled from where heโd been combing his hands through. That was another thing that set him apart from any other soldierโbrunette hair was the rarest in the North Pole.
At least six panicking elves surrounded him, clipboards shoving into his thighs and malfunctioning toys crashing into his ankles. And then, hearing the elf thank you for helping them with the tinsel, Bucky pivots sharply.
His piercing blue eyes landed on you.
He sees youโฆ and freezes.ย
You offer him a practiced smile despite your voice breaking as you greet him. โH-Hi, Bucky.โ
His eyes close slowly, jaw tightening. Thereโs a tick in the muscle before he mutters something under his breath. It suspiciously sounded like โOf course, sheโs here.โ
He cleared his throat. โMalyshka,โ his voice was low, gravelly, and filled with exhaustion. โItโs notโฆ Now isnโt a great time.โย
โThatโs alright,โ you say, climbing down the ladder with an elfโs arms wrapped around your neck like a scarf, careful not to slip on spilt Black Forest Gateau hot chocolate after the last step. โI can help.โย
โNo.โ He fires back in an instant. โThank you, Malyshka. But no, you canโt. I donโt need any more help today. Iโve had more than enough!โ
โSergeant,โ an elf tugs on his sleeve. โWe have a nutcracker battalion staging a coup.โย
Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a breath and again muttering under his breath: โOf course, they are.โย
You take a step closer to him, helping the elf down as you do. โWhatโs going on, Bucky?โย
For another breath, he hesitates, but then he lets the tough exterior falter. Just a little, snowflake sized amount. โThe magic is flickering,โ he sighs quietly, just enough that only you can hear him. โWeโre losing power. The enchantments on the toys arenโt holding. As you can see around, the lights are dimming. And Nicholasโโ
He pauses.
Thereโs a knot tightening in your lower stomach. โWhat about my grandfather?โ
Buckyโs jaw ticks as he looks away. โCome with me.โย
The room was always the most breathtaking to you. It was usually filled with floating stars fueled by the magic of wish lists. But today, the stars were flickering, their light dimming for seconds at a time.
Some were extinguished entirely.ย
You swallowed the lump formed in your throat as you looked toward the far end of the room. And, on the other side of the frosted glass door,ย resting on a grand snow-crystalled armchair, carved from ice, sat your grandfather.ย
Saint Nicholas.
You covered your mouth with your hand, trying to hide your shocked expression. My grandfatherโs face was pale, his beard dull as if someone had drained the sparkles from it.ย
โBuckyโฆ he looksโโย
โTerrible,โ Bucky muttered. He paced, dodging falling stars. โDoctor Finkel has been to see him this morning and came to the conclusion that itโs not any illness.โย
You frowned. โWhatโs wrong with him then?โ
โDepleting. Heโs overworked, too many lists coming through but not enough magic being generated.โ Bucky replied, walking through the path of darkened stars fallen onto the snow covered floor. โSomethingโs blocking the magic; itโs not restoring itself, which means wishes arenโt being granted.โย
You followed Bucky, placing your palm beneath a slow-falling star. It felt cold, heavy. โWhat if itโs not magicโฆโ You whispered, more to myself, but Buckyโs hearing was above average.ย
He stood still in front of you.ย
โNo,โ he muttered, letting the soft hum of the lights settle around us for a moment longer before continuing. โIโve checked everything. Letters, dreamsโฆ everything is accounted for.โ
โI thinkโno, youโre right,โ you say lightly, an attempt to lighten the mood. โItโs probably just the magic fading.โย
โMalyshkaโโ
You felt your cheeks rush with a heat.
Bucky was the only one in the North Pole who called you Malyshka. Everyone else, even your grandfather, calls me by my birth name. But, no matter how often you tell Bucky that he doesnโt have to call you by that name, he does. It both irritates you and makes your stomach feel like a frostbitten leaf quivering in the wind.ย
โWhat do you think?โ Bucky had turned to look down at you, his voice bringing you back to reality.
โIt might sound stupid, but what if thereโs a list that hasnโt been checkedโฆ twice?โ You bit your lip, hiding a laugh that you hadnโt expected to surface but after the unintentional pun, you had no control.ย
Buckyโs glare sharpened.
โYou canโt believe youโre making jokes, right now.โ Bucky took a step back from you, his hand raised and gesturing toward you. โDo you think this is funny?โ
โN-no,โ you say softly, biting your lip again to hide your smile. โI just think youโre overwhelmed, Frosty.โย
He blinked.ย
Then, there was a bob in his throat.
No one called him โFrostyโ. Barely anyone even referred to him by his forename or surname. Itโs always either Bucky, Boss, or Sergeant.ย
โPlease donโt start this again, Malyshka. you havenโt slept. Iโve got to go back out there and deal with unionized nutcrackers, Basterโs left me with a list that is the length of Russiaโฆ and back. Then, thereโs your grandfather over there.โย
You kept your hand under the star, holding it afloat as you guided it down between us. The dull light cast shadows across his features. His jaw sharpened with a deepening scowl. โWeโll figure it outโฆ together.โย
โWhyโd you come down here today, Malyshka?โ he asks, suspicion laced in his tone.
My eyes widened slightly in panic.
Oh no.ย
Lie. Lie to him, right now. And, be convincing.ย
You werenโt expecting him here, and especially not when here is in the state he is currently.ย
And then suddenly, the invitation in the inside pocket of your coat felt heavy. His embossed name pressed against your ribs, burning with every breath. How do you tell him that you came here ready to ask him to your Birthday Ball on the 26th? That your heart fluttered as you rehearsed the lines Iโd say to him at this very moment.ย
But now, standing with him while your grandfatherโs spirit begins to fade, the old man sat sipping his milk and a shot of brandy. The rest of the Workshop is in shambles.ย
It was obvious, this was not the moment.
You cleared your throat, subtly wrapping your blue and white coat tighter around your body. Hoping the envelope would hide deeper into the foldโฆ hoping Bucky would see the trembling in your hand.
โIโโ you took a pause, mentally rummaging through your thoughts for anything. Absolutely anything. โYou see, I, umโyou wanted to check on progress, make sure all the Christmas Eve arrangements were in order. You knowโฆ doing my family duties.โย
His brow furrowed. โYou came all the way down here just to โcheck onโ things?โย
You agreed, nodding your head far too hastily to be convincing in any way possible. โYes! Of course! Justโฆ the routineโฆ checking.โ You forced a smile so bright you thought you were about to melt the entire North Pole.ย
โWell, great,โ Bucky sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, scratching gently at the stubble growing along his jaw. โPerfect timing as always, Malyshka.โย
โWait a minute, was that? Bucky Barnesโsergeant of the S.A.N.T.A squadron of the North Poleโspeaking with sarcasm?โ you said in a sweet tone, not being able to hide the slight singsong behind the words.
He snapped a โYes.โ without hesitation.ย
You tried not to laugh again. It wasnโt the time nor the place.ย
But he noticed.ย
He definitely noticed.
Buckyโs expression shifted, as if any light that was left inside him had evaporated. The tension in his shoulders returned, and irritation twitched on his upper lip. You followed him through the rest of the Mailing Room, noting how the fallen star now hovered in the space you had occupied. The four walls seem less hollow, less wounded now; it shone a smidge brighter.ย
โThis is really, really bad,โ you whispered, watching your once full-of-life grandfather now sitting without a single ounce of jolly in him.ย
โNo kidding,โ Bucky mumbled behind you. You inspected his reflection in the glass, his eyes not once dropping from your grandfather. But his lips were pressed in a tight line.
A quiet moment passed.
We both basked in the silence. Bucky needed that. A chance of a break. Peace. Even if that was only briefly. The man had seen almost every inch of this world, and stayed loyal to his position at the North Pole and your family for as long as you could remember.ย
You're surprised he hasnโt pulled up a chair beside your grandfather and called it a day. Just to stand by his side. But then again, that wasnโt Bucky Frost. You doubt that even now, heโs using this time to ease the pressure off his mind.
Then, as soon as you had that thought, Bucky broke the silence.
โYou donโt know how to fix this.โย
The cold air hit your lungs heavier than ever as you held a breath. My finger tips pressed gently against the glass door as your mind went back to the invitation in your pocket.
You had never felt so stupid for wanting. No, hoping for something.ย
โIโm sorry, Bucky,โ you say wholeheartedly, your voice softening as you turn to face him.
He looks down at you, eyes wide and startled like a reindeer caught in the sleigh lights, just by the softness towards him.
โDonโtโDonโt be sorry,โ he whispered gently, turning his head towards the door of the workshop. His voice returned to his usually authoritative tone. โJust donโt get in my way.โย
On any other day, his total disregard for your feelings would annoy you. Break your heart if you're being honest. You had spent many nights wondering, crying over the fact that Bucky Barnes didnโt see you as you saw him.ย
To him, you were nothing more than his bossโs granddaughter who just smiled, sang, and skated around the ice. But you are more than that. He just doesnโt let you in long enough for him to see that. To see you.ย
It should have been worrisome that no matter how many times he pushed you away, using clipped words and hardened stares, you always came back. But you wanted him to trust you. You wanted him to believe you werenโt just another distraction or a decoration in the grand scheme of things.ย
You took a deep inhale through your nose, letting the frost steady you before trying again, only this timeโฆ quieter. โBucky, you want to help. Please, let me help.โย
In your heart, you swore something warm flashed behind his eyes. A rare flicker of the outer blue ring brightens. Your chest ached for him. But you stepped closer, and his walls went back up, just as quickly as Christmas crumbled around you.ย
โNo,โ he took a step back, almost knocking into a star. Fists balled at his side, his knuckles whitened as if silver seams of frost had glanced over them. โItโs too unpredictable. Malyshka, itโs too dangerous. You wonโt be able to deal withโฆ you, too.โย
Your heart felt like it skipped a beat.
You.
He wonโt be able to deal withโฆ you?
Were you the problem?
Did you being around make things worse?
โYou can see your brain working, donโt take that the wrong way. You justโyou donโt get it.โ He shut his eyes. Shoulders slumped as a long, pained sigh left his chest. โIโm trying to save Christmas, save the Workshop, save him, and saveโโ He shook his head, swallowing the next word.ย
โBelieve me, Bucky. I get it. I might not be in line to be โFather Christmasโ one day, but you understand the importance of the role. The happiness, jolly spirit of the holiday. Itโs literally engraved in my family line.โ You reached out without thinking, and your fingertips brushed against his bicep.ย
He froze.
You continued in a whisper. โThis isnโt your problem to fix. But if you want to try, then you canโt do it alone. Nobody would expect you to do it alone.โย
Bucky looked behind you, toward your grandfather. His shoulders dropped into an almost complete surrender. He would never confirm it, but the smallest muscle in Bucky's cheek twitched into a smile.
โStay out of trouble,โ he demanded, though it felt like more of a request than an order from a sergeant.
You nodded, turning to take one last look at your grandfather before you headed back toward the Workshop floor. Before you could leave, your hand curled out the door handle, and Bucky's voice echoed through the Mailing Room.ย
โAnd Malyshkaโฆ donโt go far. Christmas might need you.โย
Not turning back to let him see, you smiled.
Christmas might need you.
My grandfather might need you. Bucky might need you.
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Hi everyone, sorry Iโve been MIA recently. Thereโs just been so much happening irl.
However I am here and literally just thought of this idea about an hour ago in the bath and want to know what you think.
โข Bucky x Reader
โข Reader is the Princess of the North, known as the Ice Princess, and Bucky is a โWinter Soldierโ in the north.
Reader makes her way toward the workshop where she knows Bucky helps guard, especially so close to Christmas, with an invitation for Buckyโto be her plus one to her parents โDecember 26th Ballโ.
However when she arrives, the workshop is fallen into chaos. And not the usually lead up to Christmas chaos. Saint Nic has became ill, and caused the Christmas magic to falter, meaning no Christmas wishes are being granted.
Bucky and Reader then decide to save Christmas, they will work together to grant the wishes.
And all is well, until there ONE wish, they struggle to find.
Bucky didn't think relationships were ever on the card for him. So when you appeared, seeking release without the strings of love, he accepted. But now there was a big issue.
-ยฐโ.เณเฟ*-
๐ตโโ๐ฆโโ๐ฎโโ๐ทโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ฌโ: Bucky Barnes x Reader (F)
โ๐ผโโ๐ฆโโ๐ทโโ๐ณโโ๐ฎโโ๐ณโโ๐ฌโ: Friends with Benefits, Oral (F), Facesitting, Poor love sick Barnes- Any I've missed lemme know.
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โ๐ณโโ๐ดโโ๐นโโ๐ชโ: So here is the slop. please forgive the amount of time I have been gone I have a lot going on irl and with trying to write about my own characters my boys have fell into second place. I will upload when I have something I feel like is good enough to share.
Oh.
Oh shit,
โOh my god, Buckโโ
He chuckled from between your legs, heavy hand swatting the flesh of your ass. His tongue is on you, in you. It draws soft, teasing circles over your clit, teeth grazing it lightly sending shocks of sheer pleasure quaking down your thighs.
It had never felt like this.
Sex. With the man before Barnes it was rushed, tongue flicking in a way that left you overstimmed in all of the wrong ways.
This. This made you forget how you were supposed to feel. So needy yet so complete at the same time. Your fingers tangle in his sheets, using them to keep yourself grounded.
โYou like that, Princess?โ He swiped from the entrance to your clit again, arousal glistening in the scruff atop his lip. That fucking nickname.ย
โTell me how much you love it.โ
Your neck arched as you threw your head back, desperate sounds falling from kiss bitten lips.ย
You fucking loved it.
You craved it.
A belonging. Like you were something to someone. Even if that something in this moment was his toy, youโd die happy with that.
His head tilted, five oโclock stubble scraping against your raw pussy. Your thighs threaten to close around his head again, trap him between them.
Buckyโs teeth sink into your inner thigh pulling a squeal from your lungs, hips bucking. His tongue soothes over it a second later.ย
โYouโre a damn brat. When I speak, you answer. Got that?โ He growled with a ferocity only a man starved could create. He was starving. He had told you as much, that waiting was killing him but heโd do it for you. Now that you were over tiptoeing he finally let himself loose. And you had to make it difficult for him.
You liked it. Frustrating him.
โPrincess.โ
โYeah, James?โ You said, breathless, cheeks mottled. His government name wasn't something that slipped from your lips often, he much preferred Bucky. He didn't believe he was that man anymore, James. But he shivered every time you purred the syllable, Only you could make him enjoy that name again. Make him feel like him.
โTell me how much you love it.โ
Your hips rocked over him again, soft sighs escaping. โI love it, James.โ
He smacked your ass again, harder than before, his other hand firm on your upper thigh keeping your pussy right on his mouth.
โLove what?โ his breath aired along your slit, lips brushing over the mess he had made. He teased you. Like he didnโt already know. Like you weren't dripping down his goddamn chin.
โLove your mouth on me, James. I-Iโve never felt so fucking needy.โ
โGood.โ
The world blurred as he manhandled you upright, his mop of dark hair and those ocean blue hues, almost obsidian from how wide his pupils were.ย
You were his drug.
He was addicted.ย
His fingers tightened around your hips, pulling down. You grabbed the headboard suddenly, eyes wide, breaths heaving as you hovered over him.
โWhat do you think youโre doing?โ He was losing his patience, cock straining painfully against his jeans. You wanted to reach over and help but he wouldnโt let you touch him. Not before he left you satisfied first.
โBuck, I donโt thinkโโ
โSit.โ He demanded.ย
Your body obeyed, thighs giving out. His mouth ravaged, teeth and tongue devouring everything you could offer him. You couldnโt think. Couldnโt breathe. Whenever you did it was him in your mind, in your lungs.
James Barnes was taking over your sense of being, your control. Using your body as it was his own.
And you loved every moment of it.
โShit, baby, youโre fucking dripping. Taste so fucking good.โ
You nodded, mouth unable to form words, it hung slack letting everything else fall free. Mantras of his name most of all.
He was your god to pray to.ย
Your end was close, belly tight with a coil that had you doubled in two, forehead against the cold wood, eyes pinned on him. His hair slick with sweat, lashes fluttered over his rosy cheeks.
His fingers found their place between your folds, curling over your g-spot.
And you exploded.
โJames!โ
โThatโs it baby,โ He said, drawl thick, honeyed. His fingers pistoned harder. โYou better gimme it all, right on my fucking mouth.โ
Bucky kept his movements against you, till your hand pushed on his head, hips bucking up away from him.
He pushed you to sit on his hips, foreheads plastered together. His mouth on yours.
You could taste your spend and him. Sex brewed with sandalwood and leather, and utter dominance. That was Bucky.
That was the man that had ruined you for anyone else with just his tongue.
โYou still with me?โ He smiled once you had both parted, clean fingers carding through your hair. You nodded, tongue too heavy in against the bottom of your mouth for a response.
โGood.โ He slipped from under you despite your protests. His warmth was replaced by his sheet a second later.
โGet some rest. Iโll be back soon.โ
Humming, your lids slipped shut, consciousness fading.
The last thing you remembered was his plump lips against your temple, soft unintelligible words vibrating against your skin.
Then sleep overtook you, with a smile on your face.
What you didn't see was Bucky, slid to a slump on the other end of the door, his head in his hands. He was stupid. He was playing a dangerous game, allowing himself to indulge in the fruits you offered him even if nothing would come of it.
Because he needed you
He loโ he loved you.
-ยฐโ.เณเฟ*-
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Hello my lovely followers, it seems I have left you all fic-less for a rather extensive period of time and for that I have zero excuse BUT I have something for yall. I have been trying my hand at writing a book YES!! Its in the very early stages, for now I'm still unsure what the end point may be. truly the only thing I know is that there are thoughts in my brain and I'm writing them.
Which is why I am posting right now at 1am. I have a small 700 word or so smut scene written out that I'd like to share with you all but I will rework it to an x Reader drabble.
Question is, which boyo? (I already know lets be honest):
Summary: After letting you watch as he tortures and kills, Bucky decides to show you what it's like to be bound to that chair. Only... he changes his methods for you.
Warning: 18+ Minors DNI | Dark!Bucky | Explicit Smut | Oral (F Receiving) | P in V | Fingering | Blood Kink | Rope Play | Dom!Bucky x Sub!Reader | Bucky's POV | Depictions of Violence | Mention of Knives | & Previous Murder
Word Count: 1222
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A/N: I very much want to write a dark romance, and I have an idea for one. I guess this is a chapter from that-that wouldn't leave my head until I wrote. And I thought I'd give it to you in the form of James Bucky Barnes. โก Remember, I have a praise kink; I need validation and attention to survive. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated. โก
His blood was already beginning to dry on my hands. Tacky, flaking. The body of the man he once was twitches one last time, then nothing. He was gone. His eyes glassed, mouth hung open, and his throatโฆ a red ruin.
Good.
But I couldnโt give my attention to him any longer.
Because youโre standing against the wall still, where I demanded you stay. Youโre so obedient. Your chest rising and falling fast, like you had held your breath throughout the entire ordeal. Your eyes wide.ย
It wasnโt fear. Youโve never been scared of me.ย
No, you are starving.ย
My gaze dropped to your thighs, pressed together, barely holding yourself together. Your pretty, plump lips wet from where you had your teeth sunk into them.ย
Itโs clear. The way violence unravels you. How watching me take the life out of another manโs eyes shatters you.ย
My boots squelch through the blood as I walk toward the body, dropping my knife. Slow and steady, I crouch down behind the chair and start untying the ropes.
I didnโt take my eyes off you. Didnโt say a word.
And youโฆ didnโt move.
The rope is slick with warm blood, drenching my hand as I grab it. Then, as I rise, your throat bobs. Your gaze flickering from the rope, my hands, my face, then locking with mineโyour eyes.
โCome here,โ I say.ย
Like it's instinct, you obey.ย
You stride toward me is like you had been waiting your whole life to be called forward. To be called by me.ย
Without another word, I take your wrist, lifting it gently, and wrap the bloodstained rope around your clean, untouched skin. You didnโt fight me. You never would. You give herself to me willingly, like Iโm your goddamn fucking religion. I grab your other wrist, winding the rope tight and looping around both wrists again. Binding them together in front of you.ย
โI should get rid of this,โ I murmur, tying the hemp into a secure knot. โToss it in the bin, burn it. Let it burn to ashes with him.โย
You part your lips. Those fucking lips. โThen whyโโ
I pull the rope and you closer to me. You stumble forward, your bound hands bump into my chest. I lean down, brushing my lips against the shell of your ear.ย
โIโm gonna use it to keep you right where I want you, pretty baby. You belong among the aftermath, and Iโm going to ruin you while bound by the same rope thatโs coated in his blood.โย
As you inhale a sharp breath, I notice the faint tint of pink flushing your cheeks. The shade contrasting perfectly with the specks of brown freckling across your nose.
I can see it.ย
Youโre already wet.ย
โBuckyโโ you gasp, desperate.
I pressed my lips under your ear, along your jaw, and down to your neck. I pause there, smiling against your skin. โI want you to remember what I did. What I did for you.โย
ย I guide you toward the same chair the man died on; past the body, through the mess. I lower you down onto it, the blood still dripping, pooling underneath the metal.
The cold hits the bare skin of your thighs, red had already dyed the once-white socks on your feet.ย
Using the spare rope from the bindings, I drag your wrists up over your head, tying them to the wooden beam behind you.ย
Tight.
Secure.ย
Mine.
โDonโt moveโฆ Oh, waitโโ I scoff a low chuckle. โYou canโt.โย
I kneel between your legs, my hand gripping under your knees and yanking them open. Rough and greedy. And fuckโ
Youโre soaked.ย
I hook a finger around the now mostly transparent cotton gusset, pulling to the side, revealing the most beautiful sight.
You.
Needing me.ย
โI havenโt even touched you yet,โ I murmur against your inner thigh, staring up at you as my teeth graze the trembling rise of your skin. โYouโre this wet from just watchingโbaby, youโre dripโโ
โPlease, Bucky, plโโ
I spit on you, right on your swollen clit.ย
You gasp.ย
Your thighs twitch.
And then, I dive in.
Refusing to take my time as your moans start to echo against the basementโs concrete walls.
My tongue licks stripes up your slit, lapping you up like Iโm on death row and youโre my last meal. I push my tongue inside you, fucking while your wrists strain, burning them with rope marks.ย
I grind my face into you, nose rubbing against your sensitive nub adding to the pressure I know is already building inside you.ย
I was desperate.
Which was never a word Iโd use to describe myself before. Me? James Bucky Barnes, desperate for pussy? Ha.ย
โBuckโโย
โI know, babygirl,โ I said, the words muffling, vibrating against you.
I almost groaned at the feeling of you clenched so tightly around me as I slid two fingers inside you. My right middle and ring fingers curl just right, dragging against that soft, sweet spot. A sob breaking from your throat, head falling back, resting against your upper arm.ย
I suck your clit between my teeth while I finger you deeper.
You break so easily.
Youโre already close when I begin to rise, my free hand unbuckling my belt. Your wrists jerk against the restraints, writhing, panting.ย
โIโm not taking my hand away from you,โ I kiss your cheek gently. My fingers still fucking you, the heel of my palm kneading your clit. โEven when Iโm inside you.โย
Thereโs a shimmer in your eyes. A moan passing your lips. โPleaseโโย
With one brutal thrust, I push my throbbing cock inside you. I press in deep until thereโs nowhere left for me to go. Until youโre full of me.ย ย
Your scream punches the air. Etching the sound of you into the four walls around me.ย
I donโt stop. Donโt wait.
I continue to curl my fingers inside you, while my cock begins thrusting deep, rough. My hips rocking my palm against you.ย
Youโre a perfect mess.ย
Moans. Blood. Need.ย
โFuckโI wish you could see yourself now, baby,โ I snarl. โAll tied up, being used, and dripping for meโyouโre beautiful.โย
You nod, barely coherent agreements trying to gasp their way out.ย
I slam harder. Your smaller frame jolts with every movement. Your wrists pull tight, the friction nipping and ripping your skin. Tears stream down, staining your cheeks as you sob, mouth open.ย
I was ruining you. Completely.ย
โDo you want to come on the same chair, in the same ropes as he was bound to when I killed him?โ I asked, my voice low and hoarse.
โY-yesโBuckyโpleaseโIโโ
โThen do it. Now.โย
And you did.
You obeyed every order I gave you.ย
Your body locked, shaking as you pulses around me. Your sweet cunt squeezing me so tight I couldnโt pull away even if I wanted to. Iโd never want to. I groan, burying my face into your neck as I push deeper.ย
My teeth sink into your collarbone, hard enough to leave my mark on you as I come. Hard. Spilling inside you, coating your walls while you ride out every aftershock.
And I still.
Leaving my cock in you and fingers pressed against you.
Youโre barely conscious, trembling, and fucking glowing.ย
I swear, Iโm almost coming again. Just at the sight of the blood, the rope, you.ย
Dark romance isnโt something I often pick up but if itโs written by pookie I have to read it. And I wasnโt disappointed. If youโre able to, please give it a read and a reblog ๐คญ
Hello my lovely followers, it seems I have left you all fic-less for a rather extensive period of time and for that I have zero excuse BUT I have something for yall. I have been trying my hand at writing a book YES!! Its in the very early stages, for now I'm still unsure what the end point may be. truly the only thing I know is that there are thoughts in my brain and I'm writing them.
Which is why I am posting right now at 1am. I have a small 700 word or so smut scene written out that I'd like to share with you all but I will rework it to an x Reader drabble.
Question is, which boyo? (I already know lets be honest):
Hello bestie this is definitely your first time hearing about this. I wish to put in a request for your immaculate writing.
I saw on TikTok (you didnโt ๐) a headcanon that Buckyโs vibranium arm cats little rainbows if the light catches it correctly. So I was wondering if you could give me a lil one shot of some sweet lazy morning sex, maybe reader riding Buck, and then she lays snuggled into his side and itโs just all sweet and sappy. Then she notices the rainbows??
Warning: 18+ Minors DNI | Explicit Morning Smut | P in V | Fingering | Light Choking | Praise Kink | Soft Dom!Bucky | Fluff
Word Count: 743
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A/N: I needed to write something a little smutty to get it out of my system. So here it is. โก Remember, I have a praise kink; I need validation and attention to survive. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated. โก
There was a warmth against your back as you woke, Buckyโs arm draped heavy over your waist. Just beneath your breast, his vibranum hand rested, cooling your skin as his fingers traced uneven patterns.
The gauzy curtain let sunlight filter into the room, casting golden streaks across the sheets and shadows on the floor. The room smelled like Bucky. Warm and cedar.ย
You felt safe tangled up with Bucky, his arms wrapped around you, making you want to melt into him and the moment. And so, you didnโt move.ย
He shifted his hand again, knuckles grazing the underside of your breast, causing goosebumps to form. A pleasant shiver rushed down your spine. A slow smile curved the corners of your lips as you arched into him.
You could feel his breath, a low chuckle in your hair. His lip brushed against the shell of your ear. โYou tryinโ to kill me first thing, doll?โย
You hummed, pressing your hips back against his, and that unmistakable hardness settled against you. โYou complaining, Mr Barnes?โย
Another chuckle rumbled from within him, vibrating against your back. โI think youโll find itโs โSergeantโ Barnes to you.โย
The sheets twisted around your hips as you rolled over to face him. He pulled you close with both hands, his eyes blue and heavy-lidded as he kissed you slowly.ย
His tongue brushed over yours with intent, savouring the taste of you, and causing your thighs to involuntarily press together.ย
Without needing to be asked, you straddled his hips. His hands were gripping your hips tightly as you sank down onto him. Both of you exhale a shared relief as he stretches you.ย
โShitโโ he rasped, fingers digging deeper into your skin. โYou always feel so damn good.โย
Your hips began to roll, slow and unhurried. Your palms braced against his chest as the stretch and pressure left you gasping.
One of his hands smoothed over your waist, the other roaming, trailing up to your breast. His thumb teased over your nipple before taking it between his teeth, his tongue lapping lazily.
He watched every bit of pleasure flushing over your face with quiet reverence.
Morning sex was always softer, especially with Bucky. Both of you are still drowsy, breathing slowly and easily.ย
โLook at you,โ he murmured against your skin. โSo damn pretty,โ he groaned softly as he reached his vibranium hand to your neck, wrapping around it lightly.
โSuch a good girl, arenโt you?โ His hips bucked once, but enough to make you whimper. โRiding me like weโve got all the time in the world.โย
โW-We do,โ you whispered through a moan, nails scraping lightly along his spine. โNo missions. No team. Just us.โย
He groaned your name. A prayer leaving his lips as you continued to rock, greedily rolling your hips chasing the coil that tightened in your lower stomach.ย
โKeep moving like that and I wonโt last long.โย
You smiled against his bottom lip, which you sucked between your own. โThen donโt.โย
His hand found your clit, thumb circling enough to break a breathy cry from your throat.ย
He came first.ย
His hip bucking up into you as your body trembled, your own release following after, unraveling.ย
You both stilled, your chests heaving against each other as your breaths tangled. And hearts raced.
You shifted onto your side, skin sticky and arm, as you rested your cheek against his chest and draped one leg lazily across his. He curled one arm around you again, and the other behind his head. His nose and lips tucked against the top of your head, mumbling about how he wasnโt letting you go for the rest of the day.ย
Thatโs when you saw it.ย
Glints of colour caught your eye across your collarbone and the edge of the sheets, tiny rainbows, scattered like confetti.ย
โBucky?โ you nudged him gently.ย
โYeah?โ he mumbled, sleepy and pressed a kiss against the crown of your head.ย
โYouโre armed and colourful.โย
He tilted his head, looking down to where you pointed. Sure enough, as he shifted, the colours shimmered and danced.ย
โHuhโฆโ he lifted his brow in surprise. โI guess Shuri put some prisms in this thing. Wouldnโt be the first time she didnโt tell me something about it.โย
You gave him a small laugh, reaching your hand up to run your fingers through the colour. โItโs beautiful.โย
He rolled toward you, burying his face in your neck, taking the rainbows with him. โYouโre beautiful.โ
AHHHHH THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED AND MORE POOKIE. Iโm gushing, the tooth rotting sweetness from this, looks like Iโll need to find myself a dentist ๐ซ
Summary: You were only four years old when you first recall seeing the floating lights. And learning about the lost heir.
Warnings: Dark Fairy tale Retelling - This is a role-reversed reimagining of Rapunzel | Mention of Child Abduction/Dissappearance | Let me know if I missed anything โก
Word Count: 466
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A/N: Rapunzel always has and always will be my favourite fairy tale. Tangled will forever be my favorite film. I don't know what else you want from me. Happy Reading โก Remember, I have a praise kink; I need validation and attention to survive. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated. โก
Your toes pressed hard into the cobblestones as you tried to stretch taller. Taller and taller. Tall enough for you to see over the crowd. Spiced pastries mingled with smoke, and the scent of candle wax filled the air. And so many voices buzzed around you. Some soft, some sharp, and a lot of deep voices. But you didnโt listen to them.
The floating lights were your only focus.
The first ones had already begun rising. Like tiny stars, the golden fires lifted into the dark night sky.
There had been whispers in the dormitory. The older, bigger girls told stories in hushed voices. Blanketsโragsโpulled up under their chins.ย
โThey light lanterns for the lost heir.โ
โThe king and queen send stars to guide their child home.โ
โIf you follow them, you find everything youโve ever wanted.โ
At the age of four, you didnโt really know what they meant. Or what you wanted.ย
But you knew what you needed.
You needed to see the lights.
Clutching the edges of your ragged dress in your fist, you darted through the maze of forests of legs and skirts. A boot scuffed the ground, almost crushing your hand. Men were cursing under their breath. A cloak swung suddenly before you, brushing against your cheek. The sting startled you. It felt like a cold, rough hand.
It didnโt stop you.ย
And you could see them better.
Dozens of lanterns floated higher and higher. Their glow reflected in the water surrounding the kingdom. Even in the puddles along the street.
The crowd around you murmured.ย
โTheyโre charming,โ someone whispered.ย
You didnโt know what they meant. Again. But you were in awe. Eyes wide, fixated on the two in the front dancing around each other.
Further down the street, you stopped by the fountainโthe one the older girls would throw spare pennies intoโand stood on your tiptoes. Your small, chubby hands, smeared with dirt and something sticky, clung to the cold edge of the fountain, trying to see over the grown-ups.
Just then, a woman cloaked in crimson red velvet passed by, a long skirt sweeping the ground.
โDo you know why they do it, maโam?โ you asked, your voice small.
An amused, sly smile tugged at the corners of the womanโs lips as she glanced down at you. Her eyes gleamed with something unfamiliar passing through them as they met yours. โFor the lost heir, little one.โ
โLost?โ
โOh yes, child. One night, a wicked witch stole the child. And now, every year on the anniversary of the disappearance, the king and queen send the lanterns to the Gods, hoping they send their only heir home.โ
