[luexdeangel]

to be a girl is to wear bows and have unhealthy obsessions with authority figures

[stralavia]

smart men are so attractive

[lechaircharles]

I need help

This man will be the end of me

[tim-lucy]

You thought you might be paralyzed and you were worried about me?

[tim-lucy]

chenford + acting super married requested by anonymous

[holylulusworld]

Soft Spot

Summary: He has a soft spot for you.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, mentions of his business

“Doll, you shouldn’t be here. I told you this place is not for you,” Bucky mumbles as you button up his shirt. You’re sitting on his lap, your legs crossed behind his back.

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[lechaircharles]

Aaa melting

[flordeamatista]

Hand Kink Activated

Sebastian Stan ── Max Burnett

SHARPER (2023)

[lechaircharles]

Hey everyone, does anyone have good dark! Bucky Barnes or dark! Steve Rogers x dark! Reader fics? Asking for a friend 👀

[bucknastysbabe-deactivated20241]

Flirting with Death

Rating: Explicit/Mature

Word Count: 2,551

Synopsis: Reader can see an Angel of death doing his day to day job when she shouldn’t. Constantly intertwined…things get more intense than ever should have between the two.

Tags: angelofdeath!Bucky, possession of the sexual variety (non-con), pnv!sex, death and other things, NO DRUNK DRIVING, Bucky is Conflicted, Lots of angst/fluff/smut like literally a whirlwind.

A/N: I don’t make the rules Bucky was chosen to be an escort to the after life when he fell. Since this is my story I’d like to believe that they **** ***** happily together. So open ending but on a good note :) Also I don’t beta I die like a true spartan

Death followed you around. Literally. You could see the grim reaper. You wished that you were just tripping balls. He had a idiotic nickname. Also he was strangely cheery and grumpy simultaneously. Bucky. You were also in love with him.

You remembered the first time you saw him.

The boy in front of you was coughing and writhing on the ground. You watched in horror as his face turned purple, unable to draw breath. Your classmates screamed and cried, the teacher trying to dislodge the toy in his windpipe to no avail.

A man was standing just outside the circle. He wore a strange blue coat. Swept dark hair and a nice looking face. He stared at the boy and checked his watch. In the midst of the chaos he just stood and waited.

You walked to his side and yanked on a blue sleeve. It was horribly cold to the touch so you ripped your hand away in shock. He jumped and looked down at you, obviously startled. The man growled, “You aren’t supposed to see me.” You didn’t know why he said that. So you asked, “Why not? I see you just fine.”

He raised a brow, mouth agape in confusion.

“You’re very cold and weird, mister.”

The man in blue shook his head and stepped forward to the boy— lifeless in the teachers arms. Sadness twisted your gut at the sight. In a flash another version of your dead classmate was next to the strange figure, who grabbed the boy’s hand. They passed you hand-in-hand.

“Forget you saw anything. Must’ve been a mistake,” he grumbled.

After that first incident, you’d seen the man in blue a two more times. He was even more surprised than you were, getting quite angry about it actually. But you shrugged and told him you had no clue why he was showing up.

By the third occasion you were 13 years old. A girl had been struck by a car after school. There he was at the crosswalk. You deadpanned, “Do I always have to see you at the sites of horrific deaths? What are you, the grim reaper?” He narrowed his eyes in annoyance, full lips in a pout.

“My boss must have fucked this up,” he groused.

“Well, are you the grim reaper or not?”

He rolled his eyes, shoving his big hands into coat pockets. “I’m not the grim reaper, girl.” You frowned at his rude tone and spat, “What are you then? A man dressed in old ass clothes ushering dead people,” you chirped, “An angel!”

The man looked like he was going to take you next before gritting out, “I’m an angel of death. You happy? I got to get this soul to the afterlife now. Bye.” You watched him grab the girl’s hand gently, crossing the rest of the road. He was kind of hot, you thought.

It was a long time before he would make his appearance again but sometimes you swore blue eyes and a matching coat would swirl in your dreams. Life went on. You were bored most of the time, researching about the afterlife for fun. Which didn’t attract many friends.

It was after senior prom. You were dazed on the side of the road, nose bloody and cracked. The boy who had taken you was crumpled behind the wheel— pinched between the car and a tree. He was drunk, so were you, and the other two were either still in the car or flung to the pavement.

Heavy boots crunched in front of your face. Your eyes almost crossed trying to focus on them. The man in blue’s familiar voice sighed, “I thought I was going to have to take you tonight.” Blearily you turned to look up at the twisted angel. He frowned down at you, face ashen.

“C-can you help me up?”

“Yes. But be quick, I don’t wish to rip the soul from your body.”

His icy touch yanked you upright and let go. The skin on your shoulder burned and tingled from the freezing temperature. You slurred, “Need’ta call…the police.” Utter panic and grief was beginning to fill your chest. You looked at him and whimpered, “Please help.”

He kneeled down to you and shook his head, a sad smile on his handsome face. The angel murmured, “That’s not my job. I can’t change fate.” Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as you sobbed, “B-but we didn’t mean to! I should’ve called someone, fuck.”

He wiped a tear away, droplet crystallizing, the burn from the cold was less intense on your alcohol flushed cheeks.

He sighed, “You’re a stupid kid. You’ll have to live with it, I’m sorry. The police are on their way.” Your head hung between your legs as you cried. Crickets and the sound of wind echoed around— like nothing ever occurred.

You could hear sirens in the distance. The man in blue stood up. In a raspy crack you asked, “Whas’ your name?” He stilled suddenly, shoulders tightening. The angel of death had the police lights flicker over his sharp cheeks while he said, “James,” his jaw worked over, “Bucky, call me Bucky.”

“Bucky,” you whispered to yourself, shaking even in the humid air of the night.

Life got better after that horrid night. You’d gone to therapy and many court-ordered classes into your freshman year of college. You were getting a degree in history and religion. If the angel of death that frequented your life would show up maybe you could get some answers and make a shit ton of money from it.

You honestly didn’t care if that fell through— something told you that life would likely be a short occurrence.

After your 21st birthday you groggily laid in your dark bedroom. With a groan you flipped over, head aching like hell. Maybe old Bucky would put you out of your misery. Flipping around a couple more times you paused.

Something was off.

You felt a horrid chill in the room and the feeling of someone watching you. Bolting upright with a wince you shouted in fear, “Motherfucker!” The blue angel himself was standing over your bed, an amused smirk on his face.

“What the hell are you doing here? Am I dying?”

He chuckled, leaning against your drawers, “The guy below you will be in about ten minutes. I noticed you were around and wanted to say hello.” You squinted at him in the low light and muttered, “Well hello to you, Bucky the herald of death.”

He grinned rakishly and hummed, “How have you been holding up? It dawned on me how nice it would be to have a living person to talk to. The other angels are boring.” With a grunt he pushed himself up to sit on the drawer.

“Well. I’ve been studying a lot. Last night was my twenty-first and I’m very hungover right now to be honest.” He laughed and inquired, “What’cha studying?”

You told him about the history and religion stuff, even hinting at him spilling the deets for your eventual book. To which he scoffed and flat out said no. After a pointed pause and Bucky checking his watch one more time he asked, “Can I see you again?”

You shrugged. Why not after all? He smiled like a giddy boy and bid goodbye with a salute. Flopping onto the pillows you laughed, “What the actual fuck?”

Bucky was true to his word, visiting quite often. Sometimes he was in a good mood. Other days the angel said he wanted company and nothing more. Spending eternity escorting dead people to the afterlife was not the most cheery affair. When he was in better spirits the man could be a chatterbox, telling stories of other angels and bantering with you on the mortal plane.

You’d grown very fond of him, almost too fond. His presence would grow closer and closer until Bucky was perched on your bed, long legs slung off the side. You’d been wearing warm clothes to combat the chill he emitted. Down deep the yearn for Bucky’s touch intensified by tenfold.

One night you had taken a guy home, a tipsy hook-up and nothing more. You were on your hands and knees, the man drunkenly rutting into your cunt. You almost bit your tongue off when Bucky’s icy blue eyes were directly in your line of sight. A shiver rolled down your spine, nipples peaking almost painfully.

You glared at him, tilting your head for the handsome angel to leave. He pouted and whined, “Really? This guy fucks like a clown.” On a disjointed thrust you gasped, “Uh-huh! Sure.” Bucky tilted his head and a devious smile flitted over his features. He hummed, “Does he feel any good? Bet I could do better than that. Maybe I should possess the idiot and fuck you like you need.”

A warbling whine exited your throat at Bucky’s heated words. You begged, “Oh fuck, please.” His sharp white teeth flashed before your blue angel of death disappeared. Then the drunk pawing stopped, hands gripping your waist tightly. Lips found your ear, cooing, “That’s much better. Shame about his dick size but we can make it work.”

You didn’t want to know what he was wielding if this fling’s already decent sized package wasn’t up to his standards. Bucky— well the flesh bag that was housing him— laved at your neck. You moaned, “He’s, ah, not gonna die, shit! Or anything?”

Bucky laughed, “No, possessing someone is different than me physically making contact. It’s all fucking weird,” he gave an experimental roll of his hips, “Enough questions. Can I fuck my favorite mortal now? I’ve got about an hour.”

You groaned as he pounded into your suddenly sopping cunt. Bucky nipped along the column of your neck, murmuring about ‘how pretty’ you were. In a quick motion he jerked you flush to his chest, laughing darkly. You yelped and writhed around his pulsing cock, overwhelmed with his attentions.

He felt up your tits, tweaking the swollen buds. You turned to the strangers face and imagined it was Bucky’s, pleading, “Kiss me, c’mon Buck, please?” His eyes softened and he took your mouth hotly, tongues immediately into play. His lips massaged your own while sharing eachother.

The lip lock grew messy and slick while he drove into your most sensitive spots. Bucky teased, “That feel good huh? Pretty baby gets a little fuck-dumb,” he took in your glassy eyes with awe, “Betcha’ didn’t know that, just needed someone to treat you right.” All you could do was whine and shiver, desperately licking against stranger’s lips.

He nuzzled into your hair while holding on your waist— hips snapping brutally into your pussy. You wailed in pleasure, meeting his hips in sharp slaps and sharp cries. Bucky ran his mouth to no avail. Just accelerating the breakneck pace to your orgasm.

Wracking with a shiver you whined, “You feel so fucking good, god, don’t stop!” He groaned against your lax lips, “I won’t, not until my baby cums on my cock.” One of the man’s hands snaked to your obscenely swollen clit, drawing circles around the flushed bud. You cried out again, almost jerking away from the intensity if it weren’t for the arm snug around your waist.

He didn’t relent, fingers lazily striking the sensitive nerves. Bucky smirked and teased meanly, hoarse whispers in your ear. Your belly was growing hot, hot, hot and tight. Every nerve ending felt alight from Bucky’s onslaught on your clit and weeping pussy. You whimpered softly, him cooing, “I know babydoll, I know, feels s’good ya’ don’t know up from down. Let it happen.”

When the inevitable coil broke your body seized as pathetic noises left your throat. Bucky cursed and moaned at the feeling of you squeezing his notcock. Big hands rubbed at your waist and the soft skin under your breasts. He lazily rolled his hips through your convulsing and crying, eventually pulling out and spilling on your ass with a broken cry.

You panted raggedly and leaned back against a hard chest. He chuckled, “You good sweetheart?” A dumb shake of your head was all you could manage in return. He stayed in the stranger’s body to hold you, a hand rubbing your hip warmly. His blue eyes scanned you, almost wistful in nature.

You looked up at him and asked, “Think we could keep this up,” you paused, “Whole possessing and having good sex thing?”

Bucky chuckled softly.

You chewed on your lip, nuzzling the stranger’s body, “They don’t remember any of this do they? Then maybe we shouldn’t.”

“It will be like a dream for them. Weird memory or so. So yeah, I think we can keep it up,” he smiled, “I keep my eye on you anyways— I’ll find the time. But I’ve gotta go now.” Before you could speak he was back out in his usual blue form, face pouty. Scrambling towards the edge of the bed you reached out, “A kiss?”

Bucky frowned, blue eyes mournful. He murmured, “Only when it’s your time sweetheart. Gotta use the others. Have a good night.”

You frowned and let him go, flopping back onto the bed with the idiot you’d brought home. He wasn’t your Bucky that’s for sure. More research on angels of death will be your next excursion.

In the meantime you were deep into school, researching, and church of all places. Then fucking Bucky in another man’s form all over the place. On the couch, shower, bathroom stalls, tables in so many different positions. Heavenly.

But the ache to be one with Bucky, James, was growing fervent and strong. It was only a snap until you fucked it up or something. Which you did.

This time you’d brought home some dumb Nordic exchange student named Thor. He had a massive cock and that’s what Bucky requested. On orgasm number three, face shoved into the pillows you cried out, “I love you! James, Bucky- fuck- I love you!”

Then he was gone. Thor was slumped over, snoring. But you’d never felt so alone. Of course he didn’t want you, just needed a fix in his dreary life. You cried silently, apologizing to the void.

A couple of weeks later you sat on a park bench reading Dante’s Inferno. It was sunny and nice, something you needed after the depression from Bucky’s rejection. You flipped a page, wind sifting your hair.

“I want you to myself and I can’t. So I bolted like a coward.”

You whipped to look at Bucky’s handsome face, unbidden tears rising. Your lip jutted as you glared, trying to not cry. Bucky’s brows were pinched and his jaw worked. He mumbled, “I love you. I love you. I love you,” the brunette blinked back tears, “I’m trying to find a way. I am. I’d give up immortality in a heartbeat.”

You pondered over his words, nails digging into your book. Taking a deep breath you grumbled, “Don’t do that to me again. I was so..lost.” He nodded in agony, fingers twitching to console you. Bucky hummed, “I’m talking with my boss soon, maybe you can join me.” He checked his watch with a huff.

You nodded slowly and asked, “Do you want me to walk with you to the site?”

A tear fell down his porcelain cheeks, “Please.”

[vivwritesfics-deactivated202502]

My Girlfriend, The Worm

Y/N asks Bucky the worm question. Like the old man he is, he answers wrong.

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This is just crack fluff

“Have you asked him yet?” Peter said to his sister as they sat in their apartment. It was one of the rare times they were both home, and Y/N wasn’t sleeping over at her boyfriend’s place. 

Sighing, Y/N shook her head. “No, Pete. There is no way I’m asking him that. I don’t care if it’s a part of some stupid trend,” she said and went back to reading the news paper. 

It was something her brother had been seeing all over tiktok for the past few days. He’d sent a collection of them to MJ and his sister, but Y/N had ignored almost all of them. Until her brother brought it up while she was trying to relax. 

“Please,” he said, his lip jutting out in a pout. “I’ll deliver you and Mr Barnes some takeout next time I’m on patrol,” he said.

Y/N put her newspaper down. “All that just for me to ask Bucky if he’d still love me if I was a worm?”

“Yeah!”

Huffing, Y/N stood from her chair. “Okay, come on.”

“Where are we going?”

***

Bucky was fast asleep on his sofa. He  slept better there, but his girlfriend preferred the bed. He’d never tell her where he really slept when she wasn’t here. He usually didn’t sleep at night, either, so naps during the day it was.

He never expected someone to knock on his apartment door during the day. When they did, Bucky immediately jumped up and grabbed the gun from beneath his pillow. He inched towards the door slowly, not making any noise. 

When he looked through the peephole and saw only his girlfriend and her annoying brother standing there, Bucky put away his gun and pulled open the door. “Hey Buck,” Y/N said and kissed his cheek as he let them in. Bucky caught her around the waist and pulled her to stand beside him as Peter walked in.

“Parker,” Bucky said, as Peter walked past him. Y/N rolled her eyes at him and kissed his cheek again. “What’s up, sweets?” Asked Bucky as he shut the door. 

Grabbing his hand, Y/N pulled Bucky over to the couch. Her brother walked into the kitchen, helping himself to a glass of water. “I got an important question for you, Buck,” she said, grinning slightly. Her lip was pulled between her teeth as she tried to stop herself from laughing.

She was going to propose. Bucky's heart was in his throat, his eyes wide as he began to squirm in his seat. "Hang on a minute, Doll," Bucky muttered, standing up.

But Y/N pulled him back into his seat. Bucky could have easily overpowered her, pulled her up with just the strength of his metal arm, but he allowed her to pull him back. "It's nothing bad, I promise!" She assured him.

Bucky sucked in a deep breath and nodded his head.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

From the kitchen, Peter burst out laughing. Bucky was silent, just staring at Y/N, waiting for her to elaborate. But she didn't; she stayed quiet, just staring at him.

"Did your brother put you up to this?" He whispered, eyes darting towards the kitchen.

Quickly, Y/N shook her head. "I'm being serious. Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"I... but you'd be a worm."

The smile dropped from Y/N's face. "Are you saying you wouldn't love me if I was a worm?"

“Doll, you’d be a worm. Am I missing something here?”

Y/N stood from the sofa. “Come on, Peter, we’re going home.”

***

Ever since Y/N had… declared herself a worm and left the apartment, Bucky had been trying to get a hold of her. When he had gotten no reply, he turned to the one person who could help, her annoying little brother. 

Kid, what’s up with my girlfriend? He texted, struggling with the keys. He’d only just graduated from a flip phone with actual buttons for the keyboard to a touch screen, which struggled to recognise his metal fingers. 

You told her you didn’t love her, Peter replied almost instantly. 

Bucky frowned down at his phone. Since when did he say that? All Bucky could respond with was ???

You told her you wouldn’t love her if she was anybody else, that you only love her for her looks.

Sighing, Bucky typed out one last message before leaving his apartment.

Bucky wove through people as he walked through the city. His steps were quick, rushing to get to the Parkers apartment, which was on the other side of the city. Usually, Bucky didn’t walk, but there was no time for a car or a cab.

At the apartment complex, Bucky took the stairs two at a time to get to her. He threw open the door, which he had told Peter to leave unlocked for him, and strolled over to her bedroom. 

It was Y/N’s childhood bedroom. She and Bucky had spent a limited amount of time in there, since she still had pink walls and a single bed. She still had up her posters of her favourite bands from when she was younger and a couple of teddy bears. Most of her time was spent at Bucky’s, splitting the costs of meals and things. He didn’t ask her to help pay rent or anything, since she was saving up for a place of her own. Bucky had thought about asking her to move in with him permanently, but he didn’t want his first apartment since the 1940’s to be their home. The apartment where he had countless nightmares before she came along. 

Gently, Bucky knocked on her door. “Doll?” His voice was as gentle as his knuckles against the door.

When he got no response, Bucky pushed open the door. 

Y/N was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed. A teddy bear Bucky had won her at a carnival was tucked under her arm and she held a picture of the two of them from last Christmas.

Bucky joined her, sitting on the end of her bed. “You know, Doll, I’d still love you if you were a worm. In fact, I’d ask Stark to find a way to turn me into a worm so we could be worms together,” he said, watching carefully for her reaction. 

She put the picture between them on the bed. “Buck, I love you,” she said. “And I don’t need you to love me as a worm. I should have known you wouldn’t get it, you old man,” she said and pulled him over to her. 

They laid on the bed together, Bucky’s bulky body on top of her own. They fell asleep like that, people in love. No, no, worms in love.

[brisingr-sword]

oh dont mind me im just having a fucking sexuality crisis over henry cavill as sherlock holmes

[imagine221bmoved]

Y/N: Sherlock and I agreed never to go to bed angry at each other.

Sherlock: We've been awake since Friday.

Y/N: Well, IF SOMEONE WOULD JUST ADMIT THEY WERE WRONG-

[st-juliet]

Riotous

Fandom: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: A wealthy, titled, chaste young lady such as the Reader should most definitely not be found in attendance at a secret back-room boxing match. And neither should a refined, proper, cerebral detective. But here you are, and two weeks away from your wedding no less…

Content: A strong 18+ for highly suggestive language, including brief mentions of a woman pleasuring herself, and quite indecorous smut, specifically a virgin reader enjoying an enthusiastically consensual sexual encounter, but without penetrative sex, semi-public but uninterrupted. Something of a corruption kink on the part of dear Sherlock, my usual excess of adverbs, and descriptions of a boxing match, but no mention of blood or injury; just the act of throwing punches and that sort of thing.

Notes: I prefer giving a name to the Reader rather than using Y/N, but I hope you will make the appropriate substitutes in your imagination.

It begins as a dare.

Your sister Emma, younger by a year, has always been the wilder daughter; she is bold, adventuresome, and eager to taste all the pleasures life has to offer. You, on the other hand, are all propriety: modest, shy, and perfectly, immaculately chaste.

Well.

That last until you had occasion to meet Sherlock Holmes.

From the moment your eyes met, you have found yourself perpetually breathless in his presence; you thanked the stars every day that your vocabulary did not desert you entirely whenever he drew near. For indeed, it was your equal intellects, your shared fondness for studying the sciences, and your ability to converse for hours upon seemingly any subject that had grown into a deep, abiding affection that had surprised you both, composed, rational beings that you so eagerly claimed yourselves to be. But day he asked you to marry him, when he gently, courteously kissed your hand as he slipped your ring onto your finger, he looked at you with a new, burning intensity that kindled a desire in you that you had never before felt. You are completely consumed with thoughts of what it will be like for him to know and love you as completely as any husband and wife could.

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[lechaircharles]

I need the wedding night adventure for research purposes 👀

[shoutsindwarvish]

was that really necessary

[sassygaara]

like what do you expect me to climb down like an awkward fuck

“ugh….give me a minute…..oop….almost slipped…….that would have sucked huh…………..k i’m down let me go around this fence……………..

…..

……….

k see you losers.”

[pizzeta]

an illustrated version

[shoutsindwarvish]

#you know gaara can’t do ninja kicks #and he certainly can’t climb trees #he’s never even see a tree he’s doing so well for his first tree encounter

[angelraeken]

Sam and Bucky every time the budget Captain America speaks

[babyboibucky]

Nasty

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You discover that Bucky, a black shirt and a wrist watch is a dangerous combination.

Word Count: 1,957

Warnings: TFATWS SPOILERS!!! Bucky in THAT tight black shirt, fingering, fucking on the counter, a lil’ bit of choking, very tiny hint at pain kink???

A/N: Like I said, I will never shut up about Bucky in that black shirt and the veins on his fucking arm!!!!!!! Dedicated to my nasty boo and wifey @bitchassbucky @sarge-barnes-sir because I know how thirsty we are for episode 4 Bucky 🥰🥰🥰

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gif by @mcavoys tysm for this wonderful treasure that I may or may not have saved on my phone for research purposes 😌

All your thoughts flew right outside the window the moment Bucky barged into the mansion, his footsteps heavy and a scowl etched on his face. Shrugging off his jacket, it was revealed that he was merely sporting a tight black shirt which showed off his body perfectly.

The sleeves were so tight around his bicep that you couldn’t even comprehend whatever it was that Bucky was talking about. And those veins on his right arm? You had to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent a needy whine from escaping your throat.

Bucky looked ravishing in that simple outfit and the watch wrapped around his wrist did nothing to alleviate your thirst for the man.

You and Bucky have been dancing around each other since the two of you met. A little bit of flirting here and there, a few innuendos in between conversations— it was pretty obvious that there was a mutual attraction involved. However, no one seemed to be bold enough to actually do something about the spark.

But with how Bucky was unconsciously flexing his right arm as he poured himself a drink or crossed his arms over his broad chest, you weren’t sure for how long you would be able to to hold back.

“You listening still or have we lost you halfway through this discussion?” Bucky asked, eyeing you suspiciously before taking a sip from his drink.

“Huh?” You blinked in confusion, your eyes landing on his arm yet again and taking in how prominent his veins were.

What you wouldn’t do to run your fingers against that arm or to have your tongue trace that particular vein. Majority of people often paid attention to Bucky’s vibranium arm and you had to admit, you used to have nasty thoughts about it as well.

But Bucky’s flesh arm? It stirred something in you, something filthy and primal and you badly needed to do something to address it.

“I don’t think we had her attention in the first place. Since you arrived, at least.”

You turned to Sam with a glare, “Sam.” You warned.

He merely shrugged with a teasing grin before standing up, “Just saying.” He defended before excusing himself, disappearing into one of the many rooms in the mansion.

Bucky took another sip from his drink as he watched you react to his arm, your lips parting as you followed its every movement. You imagined clawing at that arm, nails scratching at his skin as you grabbed onto it while Bucky pounds into you. Or how that arm would reach around to hold your back against his chest, keeping you in place with his hand wrapped around your throat while he fucks you from behind.

“You’re thinking of something.” Bucky said.

“Want to guess?” You asked breathlessly when you noticed the look Bucky was giving you.

Oh, he knows what you were thinking about, probably because he was thinking about it too. The harmless flirting had been going on for far too long, building up the tension between you both until it reached its boiling point.

The only question was, who’s going to snap first?

“If I guess correctly, what’s in it for me?” Bucky curiously asked, raising a brow at you.

“I’ll do anything you ask of me.” You answered quickly before leaning against the countertop using your forearms.

“Anything, huh? That’s interesting.” Bucky said, mimicking your stance on the other side of the counter.

Bucky’s nose almost brushed against yours at the close proximity and that alone made your pussy throb. Fuck, you were going to snap first and Zemo be damned, you were going to get down and dirty with Bucky even if he was in the same room.

“So, any guesses?” You asked as you stared at Bucky’s lips.

“You want to take me to bed.” Bucky responded so casually, but his voice was an octave lower, raspier.

A quick shuffle followed by an emphasized cough interrupted the moment. You turned your neck and saw Zemo dusting off his coat.

“I better go and give the both of you some privacy.” He awkwardly said before slipping into a room, closing the doors immediately.

When you turned back to Bucky, his eyes were darker than before and his breathing heavier. “Gotta say, that man knows how to read the room.”

Bucky snapped first. And thank the horny gods he did because you couldn’t wait until tonight to show him how much you wanted him.

He grabbed you by the back of your head and kissed you, a moan slipping past your lips when he pulled you closer ignoring the counter that was separating you both. The edge was digging against your chest and albeit uncomfortable, you pushed yourself further to return Bucky’s kiss with the same fervor. He took it as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, entangling it with yours as he deepened the kiss.

Bucky was leaving you breathless with his kiss, only pulling away to let you climb up the counter until you were seated right in front of him with your legs on either side of his hips.

“Fuck me, Bucky. God, please.” You begged and grabbed his arms, moaning when you felt his right bicep flex beneath your fingers.

Bucky bit your lower lip and tugged at it, grunting as he popped the button of your jeans with his right hand. He literally popped off the button and sent it flying somewhere. The display of his strength just turned you on even more and you grabbed Bucky by the neck to kiss him again.

You squeaked into his mouth when he wrapped his vibranium arm around your lower back, pulling you down from the counter and then spinning you around.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll feel me in between your legs for weeks.” He growled into your ear as he harshly pulled down your jeans until it reached your thighs.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter, your back arching when you feel Bucky’s metal hand reach around to part your pussy lips, spreading your wetness around using his middle finger.

“All this for me?” Bucky rasped into your ear.

A whine came out as a respond as you eagerly nodded your head, “All for you.” You managed to whimper.

Bucky began to rub your cunt, making you press your ass against his crotch. His right hand moved to grip your shirt in the middle, literally tearing it apart. It wasn’t a secret that Bucky had super strength and that his vibranium arm was an advantage. Seeing him show what strength his right arm had, by shredding your shirt into pieces, it made your entire body buzz from pure unadulterated need.

You needed Bucky to manhandle you, to use his brute strength to ruin you.

“You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you? Fuck, you enjoy it when I’m rough with you.” Bucky darkly chuckled before unclasping your bra, setting your breasts free for him to grope.

Bucky then moved back but only to shove down his jeans until his hard cock bobbed free, hitting your ass in the process. He wasted no time to spread your cheeks apart and you bent down willingly, sticking your ass out invitingly.

“You want this so bad, you’re fucking dripping.” Bucky groaned at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He held his cock and slowly pushed it in, letting out a growl at how easily he slid in from how wet you were. Inch by inch, you felt his cock drag along your channel until he was fully seated within your warmth.

“Bucky...” you elicited a moan. “You fill me up so good...” you breathed out, pushing back to feel more of him.

The way you clenched around his cock drove Bucky wild, his right arm immediately wrapping around you to grip your throat. Bucky pulled you upright as he started pistoling his hips against yours, fucking you hard and fast against the counter.

You grabbed his arm with both hands, nails finally digging onto his skin as you focused on how Bucky was fucking you so good. It was even better than you had imagined. His metal hand on your hip, fingers gripping you hard enough to leave you with bruises; his right arm keeping you flush against his hard chest, holding onto you so tight you could actually feel the band of his watch digging against the skin on your chest.

Only Bucky’s grunts together with your moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin was heard from then on. You were deep into your pleasure to even speak or call out his name.

Bucky wasn’t even done fucking you but you were already out of it, close to delirious even.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Bucky bit your earlobe at the same time his metal fingers pressed your clit.

Choking on a moan, your body trembled as you violently came on Bucky’s cock, your fingers scratching at his right arm as you rode out your orgasm wave after wave.

“God, so fucking tight. Can I cum inside you, baby?” Bucky moaned and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your jaw, sucking the skin just beneath your ear.

You nod enthusiastically, humming in approval as you moved your hips to match Bucky’s brutal thrusts.

“Gonna cum, baby. Fuck!”

Warm ropes of Bucky’s release filled you up, his hips continuing to thrust into you as he let your pulsating cunt milk his cock dry. Bucky fell forward, supporting his weight with his hands on the countertop to prevent his huge body from crushing you.

Bucky pressed a kiss on the back of your head as he let go of your neck, pulling his softening member out of your pussy and tucking it back into his jeans.

He rubbed your back and allowed you to catch your breath, taking your rest as a chance to look down at your pussy as his cum seeped out of it. Bucky licked his lips at the sight and used two of his flesh fingers to push back his release into your cunt before lifting your underwear and jeans up.

“Am I dead?” You asked when Bucky spun you around again.

He chuckled and kissed you, fixing your bra and clasping it back on. Bucky wrapped his jacket around your body, apologizing for ripping your shirt apart.

“You back, baby?” Bucky asked as he moved your hair away from your face.

You looked spent and well-fucked. He could see the mark that his watch left on your chest and felt bad because it obviously caused you pain.

“Sorry for this...” he mumbled as his fingers reluctantly traced the mark.

You let out a breathy laugh, “It’s okay. I like it.” You admitted, reaching out to hold Bucky’s right arm.

“I like this too.” You said, letting a finger trace the prominent vein on his arm.

Sliding your finger upwards, you reached the sleeve of Bucky’s shirt and tug at it. “And this one as well.” You smirked.

Bucky nuzzled your nose with his, “I guessed what’s on your mind correctly, didn’t I?” He asked with a grin.

You’d almost forgotten about the little game from earlier. Truth to be told, you sort of forgot everything that took place before Bucky fucked your brains out.

“You didn’t just guess it, you actually showed it.” You said with a chuckle.

“Yeah well, it wasn’t that hard to figure out when you’ve been shamelessly eye-fucking me since I took off my jacket.” Bucky gloated teasingly.

You groaned in embarrassment, “That obvious, huh?”

“Yup and you know what? I think I’d like it too if I saw you wearing my shirt. Just my shirt.”

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All Yours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky threatens Zemo right in front of you.

Word Count: 1,113

Warnings: TFATWS spoilers!!! Smut!!! Choking, fingering hehe 18+ only!!!

A/N: That scene really got to me 🥵

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You thought that he failed to notice your reaction when he threatened Zemo, but oh, he did.

Bucky may have been focused in Zemo then but he heard the tiny gasp that got caught in your throat, your eyes hazy as you stared at his vibranium hand wrapped around Zemo’s throat. He could smell you too, being super soldier and all, the scent of your arousal quickly invading his senses as he went back to his seat next to you.

Although you and Bucky have established your relationship as fuck buddies, you haven’t gone as far as revealing some of your kinks to him. He’d been rough with you a couple of times, with him grabbing a fistful of your hair as he fucked you from behind. Or how he’d shove his cock down your throat whenever he desperately needed some release.

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